Feb 26, 2020 2:40 AM
Kaylin's god at the start of the world
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What has been destroyed is gone forever.

Life springs anew from desolation.

A being's mind is theirs alone.

 

 

At the very center of this dark void, there's a big pile of rocks, roughly spherical.

Someone omniscient might notice that some of the rocks are grouping into clusters and beginning to walk around.

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Someone omniscient has noticed, and is very excited about this!

Hmm, bare rocks don't look very comfortable to walk on, even for other rocks. Maybe she could give them something softer? 

A variegated green carpet spreads out to cover the rocky surface, made of grasses and mosses and little shoots that will grow into flowers and trees.

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The rock creatures' footfalls are cushioned, allowing them to roam farther in comfort. Some of the greenery gets a little squished, but overall it's fairly springy, at least for now.

Some of the creatures are beginning to bump into each other in the dark, noticing they're not alone. A few start inventing little games of following or chasing.

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Hmm, it's dark. That's not good. The rock creatures keep bumping each other, and they won't be able to see the flowers when they bloom.

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Let there be light!

A million billion glimmering points of light spring into existence, scattered throughout the void anywhere that isn't already full of rocks or plants. The tiny motes swoop and twirl around the bodies of the rock creatures, never quite making contact. 

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Bright, glimmering light everywhere! The plants take to it immediately, growing more enthusiastically; the bigger shoots have grown to the point where the rock creatures have to go around, rather than over.

Most of the creatures have started avoiding bumping into each other or into the little trees. They give no sign of having noticed the lights, though.

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...can they see

Oh. They can't. 

She's made the world pretty for them! They ought to be able to see it and appreciate it. But...they've figured out a way to avoid each other, so they're doing something. Maybe she doesn't want to mess with that by giving them sight. 

She tries giving eyes to a small cluster of rock people and waits to see how they react, making sure they have the ability to close their eyes if they want to. 

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As the plants continue to grow, the rock people with eyes take more note of the light and color around them. A few of them experiment with climbing on things; the ones without eyes keep firmly planted on the ground.

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The rest of the rock people can have eyes, too, then, since the first ones seem to like it. 

Aww, they're doing new things! She loves her rock people so much

She watches as they play and climb and learn about the world and its beauty. 

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A few of them still seem to prefer staying on the ground with their eyes shut, but she made sure they have that option.

Some rock people seem to like staring at the flowers, or poking them and seeing how they sway. Sometimes a flower gets squished and doesn't bounce back. :(

Others have started trying climbing up the branches of trees. This enterprise seems to involve quite a lot of falling, but the rocks are harder than the mossy ground, so the worst that happens to them is having to dig themselves out a bit.

Sometimes a few rock people will stand around together on the ground, taking turns tapping out rhythms with their feet.

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She's glad the rock people like her flowers! And she likes the music they make with their feet—there's meaning in it, she finds when she stops to listen, and it's beautiful besides. 

It's sad when flowers die. But maybe something good can come from it? 

She looks at the crushed flowers, bright petals pressed flat to the ground, and thinks. What if there was life there? A different kind of life, a little like the plants and a little like the rock people, something in between—able to move and scurry, like the rock people, but simpler like the plants.

And then there is life, tiny creatures waking and shivering into existence. Shiny carapaces on their backs, the same bright colours as the flower petals, with little scurrying legs underneath.

Some of them burrow under the moss to hide. Others unfold gossamer wings from beneath their shiny-hard shells and take to the air, dancing among the glimmering motes of light and landing on the flowers. They're brand new and hers and she loves them, loves them, loves them.

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