Menopsis was a form of energy, a thought that had no clear form or appearance. More of an abstract thing that moved about in the nothingness of the space around him. He didn't technically move, it was more in the idea of swimming as he moved about. He took several turns about his sneezeling Winx. It had been created and yet it was creating itself, forming itself first of all before turning to the task at hand. Interested at the way Minx presented herself, he emulated her and gave himself featureless and hairless head. His lips moved but the thoughts were implanted in Winx's being.<br/><br/>"What is this thing you speak of, a begin? Years? Explain to me, Winx."<br/><br/>While he waited on a response, Menopsis let his now bald and featureless head move about. He turned to his other, promising minions. Instead of their own appearance, they had chosen to focus them on the task at hand. He observed the movements and the following explosions of tiny fragments. No two were alike and, though small, Menopsis felt the boredom alleviate with a positive feeling he would later describe as curiosity and glee as he compared all the different sparks and things.<br/><br/>"Marvelous! Absolutely marvelous! I can't wait to experience more! Ooooh, and this? You, Zachrone was it, what is this you think of ... Amethyst? Tell me more! "<br/><br/>Menopsis, as he sturned himself to Zachrone and his brand new creation, he let himself move in between the clouds, dispersing them and watched the spark jump past him and repeat its actions. He tried to chase the spark but due to its randomness he couldn't follow it properly and had to restart.