Muse

A crack in the universe, and then, she rose.

Emptiness was whispering echoes of darkness.

Muse wanted something. Darkness was too overwhelming.

She created an earth to set her feet upon and shadows to reflect the souls of her creations.

Muse was an Artist, the embodiment of inspiration.

Stillness swiveled towards her. Movement began.

And with that movement, everything changed.

She took a sword and sliced thru a storm, separating the skies from the seas. Water fell with gravity and the blues where now separated by a fine line of nothing.

From then on, life grew from her feet, always towards lands of light.

Muse was never born.

Muse will never die.

She is inspiration.

She created herself.