Creation Myth

In the beginning there was darkness, and the darkness was not empty. Bodies without shape shifted in the gloom, brushed against each other hotly like wolves in a den. There was no form, no fur or fangs, but the merest suggestion of their eventual essence--primitive predators, embryonic prey.

Then Change came to the world as a light, a spark in the endless murky fathoms. Time had not existed; now there was before and after the light. There had been no alteration; now the endless stasis was finite and mutable. There had been no self; now there was She, who created herself; she brought the act of creation by the simple act of a dream.

In imagining herself, she also gave form to her opposite. Where she was light, he was darkness, deeper than the thick nothing of the universe. She ached to flow, to take and reform; he espoused raw material to give. She took him into her, below her and through her, and they shared one thought--the joy in being, the wondrous simplicity and complexity of existence and creation. He worked in her, twisted and ground into her, giving and giving, and she knew only one thought for him--More. She drew him into her skin and he seeped into her as water to the ground, swelling and thickening her. She took, and she gave back.

He curled around her, enveloped her, and where he moved wind blew across her body. She drew in breath and began to turn. From...