The canvas was unusual in its darkness and depth;

The pure blackness seemed to go on forever.

Edges appeared and disappeared with each instance -

It was constantly in flux, forever transforming to a new nothingness.

I closed my eyes and visions of swirls and stars burned against my eyelids.

This would be my masterpiece, I was sure of it.

Light surged through my arms from my heart down to the very tips of my fingers as I dipped my paintbrush into the billowing metallic star stuff.

A deep breath.

As the paintbrush neared the canvas, the energy surrounding seemed to plunge into the darkness.

Finally, contact.

Slowly, I twisted the brush outward as the entire canvas simultaneously rushed in toward the epicenter.

"Bang," I whispered.