The darkness was absolute, so much so, up and down didn't exist.

He sat... did he sit? In his sensory deprived state there was no real sitting, no standing; nothing much of anything really.

He existed, he was sure of that. He felt tired and had worked hard. Worst was the loneliness, the utter quiet of nothing. Save his breathing there was nothing, it both echoed and sounded flat at the same time.

He could only touch himself yet he knew all around him were things, he knew because he had been instrumental in their being, the toil had been long and now he rested.

Yelling at the top of his voice the sound was absolute although the darkness acted like a sponge absorbing the noise.

He moved, floated, walked, crawled, he was not sure which, but moved just the same.

There was no direction, although there were places, he was sure of that.

He was just so tired.

The answer was within him. He knew that, it had to be for he was all that there was, at least all he knew about.

Was there a time before this? Hard to say, all time seemed like days yet was filled with the sands of time.

OK. Time to fix it, time to make it right, time to finish what had been started those days, weeks, years ago.

First, this blasted darkness had to be put right.

Raising himself to his full height, of which he had no real understanding as there were no tactile references, he filled his lungs, feeling his chest swell with the labour and cried...

"LET THERE BE LIGHT"

...and there was.