It was a dark realm, empty. Nothing, just things resembling the extinct Cicadetta Luculenta, or stained glass cicadas flying around. They appear more colorful than described, and are alive in every known way. But are comprised of black goop, feathers and chitin. The God had devoured anything else living above reality.

CHIRRR. CHIRR.

Then a infinitely large, organic instance of Cicadetta Luculenta slowly flew around, this was The Cicada God. It communicated with thoughts and concepts.