Creator paused for a moment, feeling a ripple in space. of course, that is not to say that he was occupying a point in normal space; the room he was in right now was more of an in-between than a universe or multiverse. the trash and laundry left lying about was not just trash and laundry, and could theoretically be made to disappear and reappear in their places, clothes cleaned and empty containers suddenly full; in fact, the only things in the room that were real in any sense of the word (that they could exist outside of this little realm) were a game console, the games, and several shelves of books. and yet, despite the detachment of this little corner of the Omniverse, ripples could still be felt. Creator paused his copy of Gears of War 3, put down the controller, and stood while tweaking touch-screen dials on a little wrist screen, causing the quantum vibrational engines hidden safely beneath his long, black London Fog coat to spin up and begin matching his quantum vibration to that of the source of the ripple. there was a moment of vertigo and headache; slight enough that it wouldn't last long, but aggravating enough for Creator to wish momentarily for a Tylenol, before the vibrations matched, and the universe that contained the source slid into view. White. that was it. one color, as far as the eye could see; Creator could not even identify the horizon, assuming this place had one. it felt empty, yes: devoid of any real sensory perception except for the feeling of grivity (Earth norm, if Creator was not mistaken), the feeling of air and ground beneath his feet, and the consistent glow that left no real shadows and seemed to radiate both from the ground and the sky; however, to Creator, it felt more like a blank canvas than simple emptiness; the whole place practically reeked of potential. Creator sat down gently, automatically making sure that the length of his coat was not trapped beneath his legs as he crossed them and simply observed.