The making of…

It was, but a whisper in his ear. A solemn vow put forward before the world swam with life. In this age, man was but a distant pain in an otherwise unspoiled void.

He listened and moved with movements that were timed as a dance. He let his hands weave the earth into being. As he turned, he kicked his heels, and the mountains grew tall and strong. He dipped at the waist and bowed the forests to life.

When he snapped his fingers to the music of the wind, the beasts of the earth sang back. He wiped a tear and it fell to ground, leaving oceans with a hint of salt.

He danced across the world and the world danced back. Time followed in step with his feet, and as he neared the last beat. He tripped and that made man.

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