creation

On the eighth day, the Creator danced with joy, delighting in His wondrous handiwork.

Rays of sunlight, wrapped in a cerulean-hued sky, surrounded and comforted all living things.

Inspired from his own image, mankind flourished, pure and innocent; a precocious masterpiece.

She appeared and stared awestruck.

“Look at everything!” He said, running to Her side pointing out to the heavens.

“A glorious first creation,” She said, marveling at the dazzling blue orb, spinning in its celestial home.

“Mankind will need your grace, they’ll love you, yet sometimes break your heart. You’ll understand this someday child — but for now, it’s your bedtime.”

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