The void was indescribable, without years, the passage of time, or any living beings—everything was a blank nothingness, impossible to express.
In that void, profound beyond profound, formless, incorporeal, silent, resembling nothing yet surpassing the concept of nothing, it emerged within and dominated above nothingness until a beam of golden light illuminated the void, like an endless path extending over it.
When the golden light vanished, returning to formlessness, it seemed that dust had been added to the void; it was no longer pure nothingness, but had gained substance.
The dust gathered together, eventually forming a small piece of land. It was unclear if years had yet begun, but on this small land, due to the significance beyond nothingness, a tiny sapling sprouted. As the sapling grew, it gradually became a lush, massive tree.