"Okay, here's a creation story from a popular Elf religion. Long ago, before the worlds were born, two ladies danced among the stars. Each was more beautiful than the loveliest of mortals, and the steps of their dance spanned galaxies. One day, one of them happened to notice a planet, in the course of their frolicking, and she saw that it had life on it. She narrowed her attention, until she could see the leaves and the flowers and the animals. And she said to her counterpart, 'look, is this not lovely? Is it not totally unlike the grand slow sweeping of the skies that we have traversed? Let us garb ourselves in flesh and bone such as these creatures possess, and walk among them.' And so they did. Decades passed, as they walked in forests and grasslands and mountains. But these two did not know the frailties of mortal flesh, and in time the first, the one who had noticed the world, fell from a cliff and snapped her neck. Her death toll was like nothing heard before or since; it ripped apart the fabric of reality and created the portals, and its tones sank into the earth, causing the first Genesis. Now the dead Lady's counterpart was inconsolable, but when she saw the child that the world placed before her, since there was no one else to watch it, she took it into her arms and taught it everything that she and her beloved had learned about the world while walking in it. And in time more children were brought forth, and married, and multiplied, and the Mother at last left the world that the Martyr had died upon, content that her children did not need her so much that she could not seek her partner amongst the stars, hoping that the death of her body was not the death of her self."
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