Time danced about the both of them, waves of illusion swirling like the iris of the creator's eyes. Space encompassing them, the early stars and space that have since been filled with our ancestors.
Then, there had been universal understanding and wisdom, everything in perfect harmony, the way things should be. The way things had been.
Suddenly, everything changed. Time stopped, followed by sanity.
Creator met the spirit of our kind, something it didn't know existed.
Yes, The Almighty created all but didn't know all. Like a child who plays with one toy to leave to the next, not looking at all the toys.
Some of the toys simply just didn't interest it. Our kind was one of the ones who hadn't interested it at first, at least until the magic written into our very bones called to it.
Both our kind and the all mighty's eyes had connected, a deafening silence enveloping the world around them. The throbbing life pulse of the universe pounding into their ears.
An entity, more magnificent than us, surprised by us. The very body that created us, but did not know us. Like we were an unwanted gift, a faulty toy.
The creator, not knowing it had created intelligence, a higher life form, was speechless.
They reached their hands out to caress the figureless face staring back at it, finding nothing but the warmth of promise. Of future and hope, it recognized.
A future different than the loneliness it had always known.
Before the Great One could speak, we were but a vapor. Not able to withstand the power that pulsed through the Mighty, turning into stardust. A strong pull threw it across the universe, far away from the creator who was unable to stop destroying it.
Never had it felt such disappointment, such anger, such rage.
It screamed, the high frequency shattering the stars, explosions followed. A supernova, something magnificent and terrifying to look upon. Soon, the emptiness that was in the creator showed around the universe around it.
Holes of darkness, of pitch black, formed. Eating everything in its wake, leaving nothing unscathed. Fire and chaos filled the universe, making its universe look and feel as scorched as its creator.
This pain continued for many, many more years. Until one day, while its grief and rage consumed the creator, it stumbled upon something green. In a small, secluded world on the outskirts, there was something new. Something that wasn't destroyed by pure rage.
It was beautiful, an ethereal vision of what was to come, it knew. Around it sparkled the once familiar dust of intelligence, of hope, of life. A barrier, much like magic, protected the small vision of hope.
Many years followed, through trial and error, the creator had made something purposefully. For the first time, it had something that wouldn't be destroyed by its touch. Something it called 'mankind.' The two became lovers of sorts, numerous creations between the two of them. Many different peoples.
Nurturing us to become the great people species we are today.
Something still unique.
"Grandpa, how do you know all this?" asked the young child, sitting upon the knee of an older gentleman.
"The spirits told me," laughed the jolly old man, his crows feet prominent as joy filled his eyes. "Or maybe, it had been the creator itself."
"You can speak to him?" the young child asked in awe.
"Well, son, some say the very thunder that fills our night is the creator trying to bring wisdom into our lives, trying to reconnect with its favorite creation," replied the old man, his iris's twinking in the night, seemingly swirling to the rhythm of thunder.
