Creator
The universe was without form and void. The nameless nothing stretched across all things. Heat and time and matter were unknowable to it. All that was and is and would ever be sleeps in darkness. Unmoving. Unexisting. Then from the void formed two things. The first is time, a thoughtless urge that progresses all things from then forward. Eldest to all, uncaring and all-encompassing. Time creeps throughout all the void, stirring it from its stagnancy. The second is you. A consciousness that...
Fantasy