Before there was, there was nothing.
Nothing stood at a precipice, lonely, cold and small.
It longed, and in that longing, it yearned, and it that yearning, it chose.
And then there was everything.
Color, Mass, Weight, Why, Something,
Nothing finally wasn't alone, it could finally relate.
And in that first attempt, it named itself,
Hanu, she whispered,
Arunai, he whispered,
And so the universe began,
Not with violence,
Not with love,
Not with creation,
But with connection,
The weave between all things.