Lightless. Soundless. Alone…

She woke up, floating in an ocean of ink where she could neither see nor know who she was. In this void, she was staring at what seemed to be her home, this infinity that started within her.

Lightless.

No warmth was reaching her, but with patience she could move what were her fingers; moving matter, this thick cloud surrounding her.

Soundless.

No vibration was reaching her; but progressively, her body’s movements started to crease matter, this thick cloud surrounding her.

Alone…

No soul was reaching her, but certainly her gestures became a waltz that was filling her being with joy, in this thick cloud that was slowly disappearing. Suddenly, in a brief beat, everything around her lit up. So, she moved, danced faster, happier, so much her feet caught on fire. She lost sense of time, disrupting space itself, up to breaking her body so much she found herself unable to move. The beats intensified and there, in obscurity, her heart gave birth to the known universe. She laid down in the first and purest light of what today we name our galaxy.

The Creator brought the light of day and night to keep obscurity away from heart.

The Creator brought the sound of life in everything that exists; a core that arises, lives, dies in an infinite cycle. Thousands and tens of thousands of beats resonating over everything we can imagine.

The Creator did this so she wouldn’t be alone anymore and none of us would ever be.