Until the next moment, when suddenly something happened, time... felt. An emotion sprang forth slowly, quietly, pulling gently on time's newly forming consciousness. Something terrifying and uncertain. This emotion was boredom. This new consciousness began to consider this concept, what is boredom? How can one be bored in a void of nothingness? What more is there possibly to be? To do?

But more importantly, time wondered suddenly, how it could wonder. It knew it could feel, it was there. There was a horrible feeling of boredom pulling at every fibre of its being. But what being? Time was part of the nothingness, wasn't it? But yet these thoughts did not leave; in fact, they grew more numerous and complex. More, this idea of a being, the concept of self became stronger and stronger. Time found it unbearable to consider how this was possible, how could one go from nothing to something. The feeling of suddenly being, of where it started and ended, but more the feeling of what was Time and what was not, and something was not. Time knew this was not a part of itself; this was something else. There was something else that was part of the nothing, something else that was clawing at Time. If Time was bored, this was desperation.

Time turned, or the approximation that a formless, barely conscious being can do in a void of nothingness. Time became cognizant suddenly of another, something born within the nothingness. It is impossible to know what came first of the two, as both needed each other to continue. Not that Time understood this, all it understood was boredom. The beings stared at each other for a moment, before the Other reached something out. There was nothing physically there, both were one yet separate. On top of each other but a vast span away. There was no concept of space. For that had not been created...yet. Time reached back, for maybe this would at least be interesting.

The other smiled, or at least the space they now occupied moved as close to a smile as possible, happy to finally be noticed for time is exactly what was needed for creation to move forward. For that was what the other was, Creation, and they were ready to fulfil that purpose. Suddenly they separated the nothingness into three distinct forms, swirling together. The first that it could comprehend would come to be known as Gaia, the form of earth. The ground forming under Time's feet. He was not sure when his feet had appeared, in the same way he neither understood what feet were; or the use of this new word 'he' that he was using to describe himself with. The second form seemed to flow into everything, the Aether, the breath of all things. It was an impossible concept to comprehend so Time did not try. He could see Creation wrapped in it, although their hands, whatever those were, were clasped together, Time felt his were clearly much more solid.

The last form was made simply from the stubbornness of the void that refused to give way to this new world. Nothingness would remain. From it the new world that was forming remained wrapped in impenetrable darkness. A thickness you could almost choke on. Not that either of the two others were capable of choking.

Creation halted, thinking that now they could do what they wanted. A want that desperately clawed within them to come forth. Creation looked at the darkness, angry at the nothingness's desire to cling to existence (with consciousness ironically being created by Creation themselves). The answer was simple, if this darkness would not disappear on its own, something would need to be created to remove it. And so, as many mortal religions would claim to be the first creation of a 'god', let there be Light.

Suddenly Time pulled back, new emotions tangled and bewildering. After so long alone, suddenly there were four of them. Creation frowned, confused at this hesitation, whilst Dark and Light watched on from the sides, both suddenly content with their counter balance. Around them the universe continued to form, slower, without Time's direct input. The ground and the sky stretched out beyond what the eye could see. Grass grew and stars formed. And it was beautiful. Creation smiled for they realised suddenly the four of them were now five. The fifth being, perhaps had been there the whole time. But things were less linear then. That being was of the spirit or consciousness. She knew what she was, there was no confusion there, for she held the very concept of self in her mind. She smiled at the others, things were perfect.

Creation smiled, happy to finally be able to fulfil their desires. These are the desires that all the worlds and realms will soon be born from. Where all the mortals and gods will come from. Creation will be worshipped by all, seen as the bringer of all love. Yet one more primordial should probably be introduced. Perhaps just as important as Creation. 

Creation stepped forward, treading on a flower, which crumpled under their foot. Broken. The sixth being, Creation's other half was always there, just inconsequential in the vast nothingness before. That being Destruction. Creation looked at the flower and thought one word.

'Interesting.'

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