Time walked across the Passerelle. There was no beginning to His stride, for Time itself cannot come from something before It. And as He walked, pregnant became both of His calves. From the right came forth His daughter Emergence, and from the left came forth His daughter Entropy, and both were born together and walk alongside Their Father.
From the dust of Their feet, sprung three firmaments and many elements. From Entropy's dust came the soil and it fell in the inner firmament. From Her dust also came the aether of the heavens and it spun around. From Emergence's dust, this aether fixated itself and came to life, first as the Stars.
The Stars, as they noticed themselves, danced through the space in the middle firmament and rejoiced existence. The Stars had no company besides themselves.
An eon later, another kind materialized, that of the Planets. The first Planets were Sol, Lupa and Sagittarius, and the first two fell in love with each other, a fact which Sagittarium, in Their greed and lust, hated. Sun and Lupa gave birth to Luna, then Venus, then Homo and Geminus as twins. Sagittarium was jealous and fornicated with Homo, impregnating Themselves to create Nadir and Ceniz, both twins.
Luna slept with Her father Sol, giving birth to the seasons, while Geminus slept with Ceniz, making the later gravid with the cardinal Planets. Lupa, betrayed by Her husband with Her daughter, became sad and Her wings of light dimmed with a wish of revenge, and their glow fell into the soil of the inner firmament. And She cut her husband's greatest tail feather, its glow with a wish of procreation. And for Her daughter, She tore Luna's silver scales, forming the New Moon, who, in her remorse, was allowed to glow back again. From this day, Luna would glow back and forth, and silver would represent Her mother's sorrow.
The phosphorous wish of revenge and the dazzling wish of procreation penetrated the soil. They both reached the carmot stones and the elements across the world, which rose from the dust as a new people: the Artisans. With the halite of their oceanic cradle they created artsalt for their tetrachiral shells. And their hearts and minds were of philosophers, as were their eyes which beamed with creativity and a sense of unease. For themselves they shaped islands, and then continents. For their needs they created mines and schools underground, hidden from the chaotic lights of their creators above.
In their ingenuity, the Artisans always sought improvement, and so they made cars, and for those they made roads and valleys. They made boats, and for those they made bays and gulf. They made batteries, and to catch energy they made lightning rods and constructed massive mountains and peaks. And then they wanted to make something more, a creature they would respect. They would be good creators, unlike the Planets who came before them. They gathered clay and steel and made a being in their image; Adam. Like the Artisans, Adam was carved from the soil, but unlike them, he was incomplete. Though towering and great, Adam lacked their intelligence, the will or the creativity of his parents. "No problem", thought, the Artisans, as they continued their work.
The next Titan was Lilith, twice as large and horned. She was more sophisticated, somewhat smart, but not ideal. And the next Titan was Eve, who was sourced from Adam and loved him. And the next Titan was Cain, strong and powerful, and the next Titan was Abel, sturdy and dutiful, and the next Titan was Luluwa, bright and sharp. The last of the Titans was Seth, the seventh, the tallest, the most ideal.
The Artisans eventually researched to find a way for their resources to renew on their own. What better than living organisms for that? And so they combined humors and bound them to membranes to make mycelia that grow, and now they had molds in farms for complex flesh and humor. And they made bacteria and amoebae that were fissiparous and multiplied.
And they wanted to make proper host of subjects for them. At first, the Artisans made muscles of flesh and a skin of smooth salt. Aether was woven into halos for this new people, the Ishim.
The Ishim were loyal to their creators. As they were made resistant and quick-flighted, they were given the role of messengers, and they would deliver bottles with scriptures. Ishim had no sex or marriage, and could not make children by themselves. To help the Ishim in their work, the Artisans made the milky ways.
As they studied, the Artisans wanted to make trees, so they would have woods, oils and other goods. And so they experimented and made algae who fed on light, and they made molds who would parthenogenerate. With such knowledge acquired, the Artisans wrote into seeds the genes of trees, and these sprouted from the soil and became wide forests. And they wrote into eggs the genes of corals, and these sprouted from the soil and became wide reefs. But these forests and reefs suffered, for the Planets above did not care for them. Day and night were a mess, and seasons simply did not exist. Tides were unruly.
To care for the forests of trees and the reefs of corals, the Artisans had to provide them with gardeners. At first, they made lizards and aphids and fish who would carry water and seeds and salts, but these were too stupid to carry their functions. They too suffered under the chaos in Heaven. There was a clear need for another kind of people to help Artisans in their works, and so fairies were made with bodies of wood bound by all kinds of membranes. In their sensibility, they could feel the quality of the environment, and with their sophonce, they could manage resources. Fairies, like those trees and corals and lizards and aphids and fish, can give birth as virgins and are all females.
To gather those resources they could not make living and which were found in the depths of the primordial mud, the Artisans also made a people eager for harvests and discovery, the Effodlimaces, which mined and dug through the rock and collected ores. Like Fairies they were, parthenogenic.
As things died (though this word did not exist yet and death was not the same back then) and their souls were scattered throughout the two branes of the universe. The Artisans, wishing not to bother organizing these by themselves, decided to make a further new servent people. And so the Onirodes were created, muscles shelled with chromium like alloy, organized in castes that would gather, protect and organize souls. Parthenogenic they are as well.
As the populations grew and as needs got higher, another sophont was needed. "It must deal with our physical burdens", figured the Artisans, who rather reserve themselves to invention. Simple infrastructure and basic projects would be constructed, therefore, by the Barophores. And as such, they were made, with skeletons of porcelain and muscles stronger than anything before, and eyes that beamed with passion. Gentle giants they were made, easy to order into building. Though many today find such duties lowly, Barophores were respected, and rank the same as Ishim and Fairies and Effodlimaces and Onirodes in the Scale of Being.
And though Artisans found pleasure in thinking, excessive numbers came to their minds as knowledge advanced. To dispatch their mathematical problems, the Artisans made a new people, the Computigos. Created with soft, humorous bodies and tuberous, fleshy brains, they were made supercomputers who would calculate all that was needed.
And for more varied and abundant resources, the Artisans invented sex. At first, it was a thing of ciliates, then of some plants such as grasses and pines, then of snails and of slugs, and then of earthworms and of roundworms. And they were all hermaphrodites and mated freely. But then it was turn to create males and females and to distinguish them by gametes, and so they made insects and squids and whales and the beasts of the land, among many others which are gonochoric. And some, like the peafowl, were also distinguished by anatomy and by ritual.
However, as time passed, and the chaos above ensued, the Artisans and their creatures grew tired. An end to all that was mandatory. And so they kept doing what they do best, and they invented. For days they architected and planned, and soon projects were organized. The Weapons of Discord were designed and an army was trained in them. The Titans were woken from their sleep chambers and armored to fight. But the ultimate weapon would take long to be build. An island was made at the center of the world, the center of the whole universe. And in it was carved a hole. And in it, a piston-like tower was built, wherein an army of Ishim wielding swords of fire and Alumins wielding maces of lightning and Onirodes wielding scythes of venom waited.
Barophores and Computigos worked together to ensure the tower was stronger than any material, using alloys the Artisans made with their philosopher' salt. Fairies were elected to mantain the halls and cogs pristine and ensure they functioned with prestance and efficiency. At the core, a reverse combustion engine larger than any precedent or successor was put to work, freezing the whole island and the sea around it.
Days and months and years could not be counted yet, but many would have passed until the Zenith Pinacle was finished. And time it was to launch its ultimate spear. The timer was set, and in 3, 2, 1, the piston extended with the power of a trillion horses, and the adamantine roof lanced into and through the inner firmament, and anything in its path was torn. Pitied be Lupa, the Planet impaled by the Zenith Pinacle, and who Ceniz was first to aid in vain. The Planets, in urgence, made a metallic army of Asteroids.
Then war broke in Heaven. The Artisans and their servants fought against the Planets, and the Planets and their Asteroids fought back.
And the Titans scaled the spear and punched their adversaries, all huge in size. Though tiny in comparison, Ishim and Golems and Onirodes all flanked the Planets. The Stars did not participate, finding the whole ordeal foolish. Sagittarium, as well, did not care for Their siblings. And Cain betrayed his former allies, killing Abel in favor of the Planets, and the Artisans banished Cain to the desert.
As the Artisans and their allies became an increasing menace to all Planets, these gods put their differences aside, even Sagittarium held hands in communion. A giant of iron uncurled from their synergy, a planet greater than anything. Its body so long it could lock the inner firmament, its maw so strong not even helium could seep from the teeth, its eyes so piercing that the gaze alone would burn one's skin. Each scale was a fortress of iron upon which asteroids waged with nickel arrows. But They were not strong enough, and they lost their place in Heaven. The great dragon was hurled down - that ferrous snake.
With the war finished, those who came from the soil made their demands to their creators. Sol should orbit the inner firmament once every day, illuminating the Woken Side, while Luna should take 30 hours to do the same. Venus should herald Her father's wake with 3 hours of precedence. Geminus should be opposite to His father as well, orbiting once a day, but with midnight at midday and in the Dreamy Side. Every other Planet was given a role according to its kind. And a treaty was made with the Stars so that the Inner firmament would be mended, opening only in great urgence but also in peace. The Artisans complied.
With days and months and years, and with seasons and tides and all the universe neatly organized to the Artisans' taste, they came back to their creative activities. And now whole ecosystems could be made, and they made new forests and new reefs, and populated caves with mushrooms and moles. Mountains had goats and eagles, while taigas teemed with ankylosaurs and deer, and swamps were the place of worms and of frogs. No space was left empty, from the coldest glaciers to the hottest volcanos, from the driest deserts to the most turbulent seas. And for their final creation, a series of different peoples with all kinds of shapes and colors was made. Zoans were designed and put to practice and experience this whole new world. And then, the Artisans mysteriously disappeared.