Creation of Strife
There was once a powerful Being, more powerful than the unknown heavens above. A single golden hair plucked from its head grew into sunlight, and hence the Sun was born.
"I shall name you Sham", whispered the Being, and cupping the star in its hands, blew it into the darkness like a dandelion pod. It floated far away and was positioned above the Being's head, where its rays gathered around it, forming a warm circle of energy, spinning slightly. Then the Being plucked a single eyelash from its lid and, willing it, formed it into the Moon.
"I shall name you Marius," whispered the Being. Once again, cupping the newly born moon in its hands, the Being blew it into the darker corner of its unknown domain, where it stayed, spinning slightly.
I CAN'T WRITE ANYMORE I'M A FUCKING ROBOT.
"I shall name you Sham", whispered the Being, and cupping the star in its hands, blew it into the darkness like a dandelion pod. It floated far away and was positioned above the Being's head, where its rays gathered around it, forming a warm circle of energy, spinning slightly. Then the Being plucked a single eyelash from its lid and, willing it, formed it into the Moon.
"I shall name you Marius," whispered the Being. Once again, cupping the newly born moon in its hands, the Being blew it into the darker corner of its unknown domain, where it stayed, spinning slightly.
I CAN'T WRITE ANYMORE I'M A FUCKING ROBOT.