Datex... What is this word? Is it my name? I think it may be. What is going on? There are living beings here? Why is it that they were so special to exist before me?<br/><br/>Something twinged in Datex. What is this? I am not happy, what is this feeling? Anger? I think that's what I will call it. If Datex was so unimportant, that it took this long to become, then why are the other's creations so special? Datex would prove that it wasn't worthless. Winx had tried creating something, something Datex did not understand. Perhaps Datex should help it? Maybe this will help, if Datex understood what it was trying to create.<br/><br/>Datex willed part of the void to become a solid point, and Datex expanded it. There was nothing there now, but Datex could feel that it was solid. I think I will call this Hell,<br/>H: Hard<br/>E: Ever-space<br/>L: Lasting<br/>L: Link<br/><br/>This would allow Winx a stable point in which to attach part of it's experiment to. If part of it's experiment threatened the rest of it's work, it could place it here. This would be a vast, seemingly endless place for anything to discard it's unsuccessful experiments, yet anything could also view these experiments. To learn from them, to make the experiments better the next try.<br/><br/>With such an exertion of power, Datex sighed. Whether this helps Winx, Datex did not know. But Datex was sure that someone would at least find this space a helpful place to study failed experiments.