Fueled by inspiration, you poured blood, sweat, and tears into manifesting what had formed in your mind's eye.
How many days have passed? How much sleep did you lose?
Immersed in the creative flow, time loses meaning. It's catching up with you now. Fast. You sit back and take a deep breath. The adrenaline coursing through you fades, no longer needed, and fatigue starts to wash over you.
Sleep approaches. You offer no resistance. Elation remains as you start to drift off - satisfied with the genesis of your creation, knowing that it exists for all the cosmos to enjoy.
In the final moments of wakefulness, you realize that the cost of your creation isn't just time or blood, sweat, and tears - it's something more.
A part of _you_ is in it. Your life. Your energy. Your soul.
Consciousness fades and you begin to dream.