The first years of a reality are quite boring. There is no spark, there is no bang.

  There is only nothing. It's not even cold, just nothing.

  Years. They can't be counted in the Void, for there is no point for anyone to start counting.

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  The Forge was one of the tools that are prescribed to Gods, with many a name to their nature: Godforge, the Forge of Creation, the Dream Forge. It is a Tool of an industrious God, the one to meticulously hammer out artworks of only God's craft, like a World or a concept.

  It didn't exactly exist in the Reality, though. Not until a God summons it.

  It exists for a God, after all.

  God will appear soon.

  And the Forge will ignite its kiln.