Toros

In the beginning there was nothing. The world sat barren with naught but dry dirt abound on the great continent and the smooth resting stone beneath it. The seas sat idle, no wind in the skies or currents below. No mountains besmirched the land and no rivers cut its vast expanse. No rain fell nor did clouds block the sun. There were no trees to shade the sun nor grass to cover the land. It was quiet, as the maker wished it to be.   Far away across the reaches of time and space drifted the elders of the black sky. Creatures of permutive forms and immense power drawn from their own thought. The elders did not imagine, for they could not imagine. They knew the Truths of the universe, but only the Truths. They saw not the possibilities, only what is. From place to place, time to time, the elders moved, seeking out new realms to cultivate. One after the next, they found the places, and on the places the Elders used the Truths to create Beings which could create in their stead. Beings which could imagine and dream and manipulate the world in any way they saw fit. In turn these Beings would create even more. The Beings would create the plants and trees and beasts and fish and land and skies and weather and the people. The people would seek to know the Beings and to know the Truths of the worlds and create more on the worlds in which they lived. The people would create more that is and so the Elders would have more to know, and with more of what is to know the Elders would have more thoughts and find more places, and so the cycle would continue.   And so it came to pass that the Beings created the people and all the other things. The people and the things spread across the land and the sea. Grass would cover the land and trees would spread wide and grant shade. Clouds would rumble and rain would drench the land. The rains would make rivers and cut into the land and run to the sea. Currents would flow and winds would churn the waves. The dirt and stone would be turned and carved. The Beings and their people would change the world until it was vibrant and full of sounds and life. Through all this the maker would watch.