Walter
It was bright... Why was it so bright? This was the one thought that played over and over again in the entity's head, more specifically the fruit, if you could call it that. It was a Strange little thing made from some sort of tar like substance that writhed and oozed with each second that passed. Its form soon lost its shape and like viscous liquid it poured down off its branch onto another below it. 

It splattered onto the trees limb its shape temporarily flattening before reforming into a blob, it immediately glided over the branch smoothly and with purpose, the living mass of viscous darkness avoided any ray of light it came across choosing to stay within the shade as it slithered its way through the branches. The blob finally stopped its movement when it found a suitable roost right below the upper branches where it finally felt some sense of comfort in the darkness where it blended in nicely. The mass of whatever it was shown it had a distaste for the light and had avoided it like a plague, now comfortable it began to take in its surroundings. It soon came to the rather quick conclusion of having no idea of where ever it was or understood why it was there, just that it was there. What was its purpose why was it born? Did everything had to be so painfully bright? Questions to be answered in time, for now it will rest upon its roost and accept its own existence. Hopefully it will have some semblance of peace while it relaxed.
Mark
The branch, contorted by the burden it bore, tenaciously clung onto its fruit, impervious to the ever-increasing weight of the cosmic embryo that hung precariously low. The branch stood out from the rest, farther into the void, but still within Gaia's vast canopy. Its surface was rugged and enveloped in a fiery glow that shimmered dimly red, encircled by a blackness as deep as the void surrounding it. The flames surged outwards in a hail of embers and bolts of crimson, relentlessly consuming the stem that held the massive fruit. Despite the branch's resilience, it gradually bowed under the sheer weight of its bounty, which constantly metamorphosed into a succession of forms, each approaching completion before twisting away into something else entirely. 

Finally, with a thunderous SNAP, the branch gave way, unleashing the dark fruit that hurtled towards the depths below, trailing a billowing cloud of smoke and sparks in its wake. Its descent was accompanied by an explosive cry of energy, unleashing a sonic boom that reverberated through the endless darkness, resonating for eternity. As the colossal collision approached, a nascent God emerged from this colossal entity, its birth heralding the climax of a momentous event.
Walter
The writhing mass of comic sludge recoiled and retreated from the source of the tremendous sound, desperately avoiding the center of the event. However, its own curiosity overwhelmed it, drawing it back down the branches where it came to a halt upon laying its sight upon the newcomer. It was an unprecedented experience for the mass, never having felt the presence of another entity before, yet it sensed an inexplicable connection, albeit tenuous. The arrival of this new being had disrupted reality itself, with its mere birth bending the fabric of existence. Its presence exuded energy, while the mass merely absorbed everything, giving nothing back—an entity akin to a space-bending black hole, or rather, a cold and dark void.

Soon, the shapeless mass of darkness began to writhe and transform, gradually matching the height of the new being, its form constantly shifting. In mere moments the mass was no longer a puddle of cosmic Sludge but now a roughly humanoid mold with no features to speak of except for its eyes, soulless and empty tears in its light sapping darkness that glowed dull white, mere imitations of the real thing for it didn't need eyes to see. 

The shapes head twisted to the side then to the other as it inspected the newcomers presence before taking a step forward.
Mark
As a new sensation surged through its being, the entity questioned its surroundings, struggling to make sense of its existence. Its eyes now fixed inside a pair of black holes within a skull, the entity observed its thick, muscular body, charred black with crevices that emitted a faint red glow. Upon closer inspection, the entity's hand appeared to be an appendage fashioned from the same black metallic substance that constituted its form. 

The entity tested its newfound physicality by flexing a finger, forming a fist, and arching its neck to gaze upward. Its attention was drawn to a presence that lacked color, possessing only a deep, jet-black body. The entity's head tilted in a display of curiosity, fully formed and functional.

As the entity observed its surroundings, another force called out to it, beckoning it to venture beyond. The entity's gaze turned toward the Abyss, its hand reaching out, and with a sudden burst of movement, the entity dissipated into a streak of darkness that swirled around its being. In a final burst of energy, the entity launched forward into the void, eagerly exploring its newfound existence.
Walter
The Mold Form stared off into the distance watching the new entity disappear into the the void. The Void... That space of total darkness and compeltey empty of all things, it felt a sense of longing when it gazed into the back abyss feeling a connection to it like no other, interest in the new being and the Tree were now gone. In its place was a desire to leave this place behind in favor of the emptiness. With an instinctual understanding of its own abilities it drawn upon its well of power within and its form began to shift once more, its bodys properties changing from a living mass of Darkness to a collection of pure energy colored black with blotches of purple mixed in. 

In less than a second the being launched itself Into the abyss like a great comet away from the tree and the realms it supported, away from all existence until he merely disappeared into the vast void surrounding Gaia and the Tree.