Excavations in Substation

In the beginning, my journey unfolded with a series of false starts and misguided directions.

I encountered numerous setbacks that tested my resilience and determination. It was far from a flawless entrance onto the scene, unlike the divine arrival spending seven days in creation, as the concept of time itself was still in its embryonic stages.

The sun had not yet graced the cosmos with its radiant presence, and the days stretched out over an indeterminate span, taking millions of years to complete.

These early stages of my adventure were marked by a constant ebb and flow, a dance between progress and stumbling blocks.

I didn't emerge as a god-like figure, perfectly poised and omnipotent.

Instead, I found myself navigating through a chaotic landscape where every step forward was met with unforeseen challenges, a stark contrast to the divine creation stories whispered through the cosmic winds.

In the nascent phases of existence, beginnings took on the role of an assimilation point, a convergence of possibilities and uncertainties.

It was a juncture where the fabric of reality seemed to weave itself together, each thread representing a potential path.

Yet, like caution signs around an excavation site, warning of hidden pitfalls, my journey was fraught with moments of hesitation and reflection.