The glass sphere rested easily in the palm of his hand. A weight that, for some, might have been too much. But not this one. Gently rolling it from one hand to the other, he contemplated the clear orb. It's emptiness. It's vastness. It's... potential. With a smooth motion, the glass sphere rose to his fingertips at eye level and he stared hard into its depths. He could do it alone, but he didn't have to.

Closing his eyes, he reached out; called to the others he knew. Knew had vision. A simple singular concept connected them across time and space. A humble building of story and friendship. A nexus where people from anywhere in existence could gather, mingle, and... wish.

Tiny threads leapt from his mind outwards, towards the minds of his kin of creation, and felt for their presence. Twisting through darkness, guided only by hope, the tendrils searched. Seconds and eons passed, and still they searched. Then... one thread caught. Tightening, it thrummed a most melodious note; deep and powerful. With its vibrations he knew then he could start. He opened his eyes and placed the glass sphere on the table in between two black cloths held upright by what was underneath.

He then reached up and touched his forehead with his middle finger. When his finger receded, the thread that had caught—the thread of his kin—was attached to the tip along with his own, singing its own melody. Slowly and deliberately, not wanting to disturb the harmony of the two, he reached down and pressed it firmly to the surface of the orb. The two strings bore deep into the center and a small dot of light flashed into existence. With that he allowed himself a small smile. It was the first step, but it enough. It was a start; a test.

The vibrations of the two strings changed, fluctuating in frequency and amplitude, modulating their purpose. The dot grew larger and brighter. It shifted in color and shape. He closed his eyes again and poured his mind into the string that connected him and his partner to this newly-formed world. At the very center stood a stately building; a tavern. The ground burst forth around it with trees and mountains and rivers and oceans. Blackness became an entire world with the two of them pouring their thoughts through the strings into this orb. Sometimes pushing. Sometimes pulling. Sometimes clashing. But most times building together.

The vibrations stopped after a time as the test was completed. The small smile had been ever-present through it all. It was time. He lifted the black cloths to either side of the sphere and a hundred-million images of the sphere sprang forth, exploding into existence. And as he looked at the infinite reflections of the sphere between the two mirrors, his smile widened.