The Traveller (I, Cosmic)

Alone, am I, travelling through the stars.
Spanning dimensions, never in the same place twice yet everywhere at once.
I create new worlds every millisecond.

The founder of the universe, I exist outside time and space.

Humans?
What do I care for humans?
They're just dots on the horizon.

I am existence.
I am infinity.
They can't name me, can't place me, they can't even conceive of me.

I don't exist.

The nameless explorer of the cosmos, I breathe life into everything.

Who am I?
What am I?
I don't know.

A formless creature?
An entity?
Or just a product, devised from the mind of a dreamer.

I'm fantasy, pure and simple.
I create, I exist but I have no substance.
I'm only what you make of me.
Which is just as real as anything else.