I opened Photoshop in those years when its 3D option was still alive, buried inside the menus like a forbidden gate. It seemed like nothing at first, just geometry on a screen, a toy for designers and restless insomniacs. But when I bent that space into a curve, when I drew the throat of the wormhole, I realized form was never neutral. Form follows function, and the function of a wormhole is not to sit still. Its function is passage. Passage means rupture. Rupture means the end of one order and the birth of another.

I remember the way the swing sets at the Dead Children’s Playground creaked without wind, the way gravel shifted under my shoes as if something below wanted to surface. My Photoshop file mirrored the playground itself, a tunnel where shadows slipped in and out, where absence pressed itself into presence. The wormhole I made on screen began to echo in that place, and in that echo I felt the law seal itself: what is formed insists on its function, and the function I had birthed was connection between what should never have touched.

It did not roar into being like myth suggests. It whispered, pixel by pixel, like a candle flame licking at paper. The merry-go-round turned half a degree. The swings twisted. The chains clinked in time with the low hum of my computer fan. In that moment, the wormhole was no longer a digital experiment. It was a mouth, and the children who had never left Huntsville gathered close to its teeth.

I had thought I was playing, bending light into tunnels. What I had done was give geometry to inevitability. The universe leans toward openings, and when I carved one in Photoshop, the rest of existence bowed to it. A world can begin with fire, with thunder, with a god’s decree. Mine began with a click, with the dead recognizing themselves in the spiral I shaped. The playground was their cathedral, the screen their altar, and I their unwilling architect. That was the start of the world, not in triumph, not in blaze, but in quiet insistence, in the breathless recognition that once form is given, function cannot be denied.