Beyond the veil that had enclosed reality to a certain extent, lies A, a "sentient" Mathematical constant, ever curious, ever eager to entertain itself with B in a way that will cause trouble or to quench curiosity and burn boredom
A, for now, was overseeing a desert, in which every grain of sand could be mapped onto each other, or so at first it appeared, rains fell like droplets from a sky that was not there and never will be there, each drop of water once colliding with a grain made it crack open like eggs as plants arose with their roots waving and devouring hungrily other grains from a metaphorical underground, using them as nutrients and then ejecting from their petals remnants reduced to spores with unknown properties, watering all grains of sands beneath with new physical constant arising endless outcome and birthing new plants, again, again and again...
The process was repetitive, it never ended yet each cycle gave birth to a new type of plant which will then host itself infinitely, each plant was different from the others and could not be mapped
And so the desert had become a forest, one of endless plants, one of ever-growing and unmistakable variety
One would find itself bored by this, yet A took joy in exploring each and every single one of these plants, sometimes existing in all and every single variation related to them, sometimes opening new paths, writing new scenarios, and out of boredom A just crumpled multiple grains and plants altogether and observed the result
This small moment of pleasure however had been interrupted as B came forward, once again wanting to play a game out of boredom like the petulant good-for-nothing brat he was or so she called him, he regarded himself as a the highest of all things, such ego always made A wish the worst for his insignificant pride, regardless now was time to play yet another game, another puzzle will be made, and solved it will need to be. And so once more and always, A moved first...
