I cannot begin this tale “Once upon a time...”; nor will it end with a happily ever after. This is not that kind of story. This story tells the tale of everything and everything did not begin once upon a time. To explain creation we must journey before time, this universe, before anything, before the beginning itself. This story starts when the universe was being imagined. Instead of “once upon a time,” our story begins “Before there was anything, there was nothing.” and instead of “...happily ever after.” it ends with “...raining her endless supply of tears.”
Before there was anything, there was nothing. Picture plain white, over and over, with no floor, no ceiling, and no end. Just a ...view middle of the document...
When you have never seen anything, beauty is the most wondrous thing you could possibly imagine. However, this amazing display eventually grew mundane as well. The creators tried again, this time with a sphere. Working tirelessly, for they never grow weary, they fashioned mountains, mixed oceans, pressed soil. They circled around and around their new creation, blowing, poking, prodding, and shaking.
The resulting grand masterpiece, as much as they tried, was motionless, too much like nothing. For the universe to come, they needed movement. Thus the concept of life came into focus. The idea grew increasingly tasking, so they began experimenting. They named these experiments with words like Zeus, Athena, Apollo. In the midst of this they configured a girl. Unlike her brethren, she was neither perfect, nor particularly extraordinary, and yet, the creators saw something in her brain which they had not found in any other, a characteristic they did not fully grasp. This would later grow to known as impulse. This set Pandora, for that’s what they called her, aside. Humans were fashioned from her image.
The nothingness was no longer nothing. The middle transformed into what we now call Heaven. A lush garden with golden flowers developed in the center of the white abyss. At the very core of the void hovered the world, the completed sphere. Along with the world, the creators built a grandiose burning orb and hung it above the Earth, providing heat and light. Never waning, it continuously circled the entirety of the ball, bathing every corner of the planet with it’s radiance. Just like that, Earth was born. However, this earth was not the Earth that you and I know.
The people on this Earth lived in perfect harmony under a constant blue sky. Some called this time the Golden Age, or Utopia because of it's perfection. Everyday began more stunning than the last, and every person was beautiful. Humanity suffered neither death, nor age, nor plague, nor night or day (as you need one to have the other); the creators had not thought of such concepts. The people lived forever, without a care. If happily ever afters existed in this tale, we’d put one here. Sadly this is not the end. When you create something out of nothing, your efforts might not always be clean. In the process of creating, the creators inadvertently released a cloud of wrong things, things that didn’t make any sense in the schemes of their perfect ideas of existence. Disease, sin, vermin-they simply hid them away. They disposed evil in a small square black container that they placed in the white unfettered space on the outskirts of Heaven. However, they forgot about Pandora. This was their mistake.
A slender full grown woman with brown hair and pale skin, Pandora was not a child in the sense that she looked liked one. It was her mind that functioned like that of a little girl, immature and undeveloped. A child’s brain contains an innocence and curiosity...