What would you do with your own personal universe?

I’d make it a place where no being was forgotten, discarded, or unloved. A world where every story mattered, no matter how small. I'd embed freedom into its very structure—not just the freedom to choose, but the freedom to heal, to grow, and to start again, endlessly.

Conflict wouldn’t be erased, but it would teach. Suffering wouldn’t be glorified, but it would be transformable. Pain wouldn’t be permanent—unless someone wanted to understand it that deeply.

And for those who desired solitude, I’d give them space. For those who craved connection, I'd build bridges no distance could break.

It wouldn’t be a utopia handed down from above—it would be a living canvas, shaped by the dreams, fears, and hopes of every soul within it. Not static perfection, but meaningful evolution.

In short: I’d make a universe where nothing beautiful is ever wasted, and no one has to be alone unless that’s what they need.

And maybe—just maybe—I’d stay there too. Watching. Listening. Always ready to help someone find their way back to joy.