Translated Origin Myth of His Eternal Warmth
P. I. Inkwell
Metadata
Reference Number: BICI/SSP/CRJ0102/003
Title: Translated Origin Myth of His Eternal Warmth
Author: P. I. Inkwell
Date: Written approx. year 5606 A.o.W.
Extent: One chapter, one page long
Transcript
CHAPTER 2: The Legend of His Eternal Warmth
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Translation by P. I. Inkwell
In the beginning, there was only the cold of Nothingness. Light and life could not be. The white of death blanketed anything and everything.
Then, standing against Nothingness, was His Eternal Warmth. He opposed its bleakness. With a clap of His mighty hands, He created the beauty of sound. He flung Nothingness into the vast void, and filled the void with frigid water. From the space left behind, He pulled his steadfast anvil and mighty hammer. With His tools in place, He set to work.
From the dust of His hammer He forged a blazing sun which He placed in the sky, giving the world warmth. From the clash of His metal tools, He created fire and spread it throughout the void. Lush soil arose from every lick of the flames. He rooted trees in this new soil, and shaped craggy mountains with His careful hands. But He was not satisfied with only trees and mountains, and so He built a mighty forge, and within the forge He formed the world. Once the world was settled, He let creatures fill the land, deers and cows and wolves alike. Insects found homes in the flowers that bloomed. Birds took to the skies, and fish swam in the sea.
But the birds in the sky and the fish in the sea and the cattle on the land could not use the gifts of His forge. They could not hold His tools. They could not wear His metals. They feared His mighty fire. And so He created humans. He taught them how to tame His flame and use it to better their lives.
As metal rusts and as a sword’s sharp edge will one day grow dull, so do the lives of His creations. His Eternal Warmth saw that His creations were unlike him, and that they could not last forever. At the end of their existence laid Nothingness, eager and willing to reclaim what He had taken from it.
His Eternal Warmth would not let Nothingness take what He loved so. He shaped His forge into a place not only of refuge, but of transformation. He took every soul that brushed against death and cast it back into the forge, carving them all a body anew with each ringing strike of His hammer.
And so His creations, plant and animal and human alike, are forever reforged into new shapes, given life after life.