The Birth of the Creator

The ocean was a still and black as an obsidian mirror. A wind blew stirring the surface, churning the surface. It erupts suddenly into a column of fire reaching to the heavens.

This flame rose to become the sun, and the sparks the stars. When the embers fell upon the water they became the land.

After a breath the goddess appears. She was a woman of mysterious ethnicity. A set of spiraled horns grace her head, with a flame in the shape of a disk hovering between them as a crown.

The goddess curled the night sky into wings, the veins as golden as her skin.

Reaching up she grasped the sun and swallowed it down, taking its power and presence as her own. She became pregnate from the flame with the unborn moons.