Spirit
Spirit found herself orphaned but yearning — a breath seeking form. Her warmth reached into the void to find her siblings.
Spirit found herself orphaned but yearning — a breath seeking form. Her warmth reached into the void to find her siblings.
Space stretched endless and cold, distant yet welcoming. She was the first permission, the canvas upon which everything could unfold.
Time waited beside her, patient as stone. He spoke in pauses, his words arriving both before and after themselves.
Energy laughed in sparks and storms — wild, bright, unrestrained. She was the motion, the fire, the chaos of becoming.
Mass rose last — patient, immense, grounded. His stillness gave meaning to their dance and weight to their love.
Together they wandered the newborn expanse, searching for their parents — perhaps not beyond, but within. And in their search, the universe itself awoke.