The great creator, the one above all else, existed in eternal darkness.
A darkness so intense that even he did not recognize his own existence.
But then, when the first ray of light came, he realized.
He was alive. He existed.
It was from him that everything came into being.
Every star, every planet, every cloud, and every river.
Everything was forged by the hands of the great creator.
But the first of his creations was not a star, nor a planet.
It was a child, with two eyes, two arms, and two legs.
This child saw, with his own eyes, the death of the great creator and received, in his chest, a fragment of the primordial seed of creation.
With this seed, the child grew up, and when he grew up, he decided it was time to create life.
In a luxurious hall, there were ten children, all looking curiously at the man who had created them.
He had kind brown eyes and a gentle smile.
