Forced to introspection

As many of you, I've rather involuntary been forced to spend some above median amount of time to explore introspectively the world, whilst I was, geographically speaking cocooned into one place, which luckily for me, was still much larger than many of our friends around the planet, where space literally started to implode to an almost infinitely dense point somewhere between kitchen table, bookshelves and a pillow to get some rest, if the situation we are in still provided one with enough peace of mind to sleep deep and feel recovered after being awakened to this strange new reality we all try to make sense of and a few seemed to truly understand.

Exceptional circumstances often give birth to new ideas of thinking about ones place in the narrative which we usually refer to as being alive. It seems my psyche needed some refuge during this unsettled moments and probably was longing for some temporary stimulation to try to pack into words, the feelings one experienced without knowing yet how to properly rationalize them.

Here is a thought experiment I was thinking about and because it seems to deserve a name, from my limited perspective, I call this thoughts storming in my brain:

The unpainted painter

Once before time, when there was nothing - yet; nothing there was. A tingling sensation emerged, unperceived and still existing. Hotter like the most burning desire, unable to express, craving for the cold - to materialize.

There was nothing and everything at the same time and in the same place. Like something or someone having the most insightful thought ever known to man, deciding to keep it in the realm and boarders of its own existence, unknown, not materialized, in-perceivable from the other side.

After the flame has lost some of its force, it gave rise to matter. What was there and attracted by each other started to form. After an almost infinite and eternal amount of time, the 1st demand for an answer arrived into existence.

Who am I ?

"You are the flame, powerful enough to create time and space."

"You are the cold needed to matter, for existence to be."

"You are the force, attracting that which belongs together and the at the same time as well the opposite, the repulsion needed to balance the scale."

What happened to me ?

I don't know this place.

"You are dead. You observe yourself from the other side." No one replied.

I am alone?

Where are all the others?

"There are no others." No one replied; "all there is, all there ever was, all there will ever be is you, only you." "All the love given, all the sorrow inflicted, all the envy, the desire, the reason to believe."

"Every bird in the sky, every drop of water, shimmering, shimmering like diamonds in the morning light." "The darkness and the colors, every living being is you; sharing the space and time infinitely together."

Who are you than?

"No one."

But you speak to me, how can you be no one?

"Why are you surprised that I speak to you?" No one replied.

?"Whilst you were alive, you spoke so many times with me already." "I was no one then for you and you didn't seem surprised in those days that I didn't matter to you - that I was no one for you."

If I am death, what can I do now?

"You choose to life again." No one insisted; living a life, pretending to be already death can be very liberating." No one will hold you back." No one said, with a subtle sense of urgency.

If the word >fill the blanks< wouldn't exist, what attributes would you use to describe it for you?