The destruction of one world led to the creation of the next. Everything fell into nothingness; an infinity contained in its opposite. Then, with God pushing from behind, nothing exploded into everything, and time started again. It had been happening like this since before forever, and this time it was no different, or so it seemed.

Before most of the matter in the new universe even became diverse, there was a section that had condensed more than the surrounding areas, pulling more of the unformed material around it towards itself. A sphere of continually condensing universal medium formed there, in the middle of the chaos, and thus was born the very first landmass in the new universe.

As time wore on, the universe settled down; things that had previously been free-floating atoms began to compact into mists of unknown liquids and clouds of protostellar gas. The universe continued to become less and less uniform, but that first planet was still there, pulling in whatever gasses it floated by, mixing them together. Finally, the perfect match was found. A single molecule, attracted by the gravity of the planet, fell downward to the only land in the universe. Then, another followed, and another. A rain of these molecules fell out of the sky, the planet still lacking an atmosphere, from where two clouds of gas had collided. They fell down deeper into the crevices of the planet and were heated.

The next hundreds of millions of years were uneventful for the planet, casually shifting tectonic plates and changing the landscape, until a thin, black slime flowed out of a crack in the surface. It gathered into a puddle near the crevice from which it had emerged, and sat there. Again, the planet waited. It still attracted gasses around it, until they mixed to form a thin layer around the planet. Volcanoes with their sources deep under the crust spewed out molten rocks, the gasses continued to mix with others outside, and the gaseous layer around the planet slowly changed over time.

The planet, still floating through space, happened across a large, condensing mass of different gasses. It swung towards it, and started a shallow spiral directed at its center. The cloud continued to condense into a star, one of the first generation of stars in the new universe.

Over a billion years passed, and the slime on the planet had changed. It was now divided into two parts of different colors. A microscopic drama that had been played out for this entire time changed the course of the development of the world. One blob still black, but the other was grey. The gas layer around the planet had thickened, and was now spewing liquid down from above. This liquid filled the great cracks and valleys of the planet, and it flowed to cover almost the entire planet, including the area on which the blobs lay. The black blob disappeared, but the grey one remained.

More time passed, and the grey blob was now in many separate parts, moving very slightly about, and changing their shapes as they floated along. This was the beginning of life on the new planet, and it was now advancing rapidly to form a supreme species, which were destined to disperse themselves throughout the young cosmos and populate all the other planets that would form.

This destiny was fulfilled, and, after billions of years, the species evolved to the point when it was capable of launching itself into space. Though these animals had evolved to communicate through telekinesis, they only possessed enough technology and intelligence to launch themselves into space in suspended animation. They hoped that some of them would land on other planets, and dominate them. These creatures were completely immortal, owed to their unusual physiology, so there was no worry of a safe landing. They could be smashed into pulp, burned alive, exposed to radiation, or even placed in a vacuum, but still they would survive. However, so limited was their knowledge of their technology and of the task they were about to undertake that they did not know of one side effect of their suspended animation technique. This was that the long travels each would undergo would render them unable to reproduce once they got to their new homes.

And so, this species seeded the young universe, not able to start populations, but to stay all alone on the planets while new forms of life emerged around them. Because of the magnificent undertaking of this single species, there exists one immortal species on almost every planet all across the universe, a species that resembles what we on earth call goldfish.