Song to the storm
Stars explode and worlds turn to dust.
Clouds swirl and collapse. The tiniest of things become more than themselves; together, attracting more, drawing everything in their path into a whole.
Molten fire cools into rock. Life begins and basks in the sun. Iron turns to rust and a world turns to ice.
Life accumulates, absorbing and consuming, many-formed and multi-parted, changing everything once again.
Warmth. Senses alight. Agency takes hold, finds direction, exerts will. The dance of life finds purpose.
The world is blue, and green, and red. The voice of creation speaks my true name.
Fires ignite.
Clouds swirl and collapse. The tiniest of things become more than themselves; together, attracting more, drawing everything in their path into a whole.
Molten fire cools into rock. Life begins and basks in the sun. Iron turns to rust and a world turns to ice.
Life accumulates, absorbing and consuming, many-formed and multi-parted, changing everything once again.
Warmth. Senses alight. Agency takes hold, finds direction, exerts will. The dance of life finds purpose.
The world is blue, and green, and red. The voice of creation speaks my true name.
Fires ignite.