Flutter-Finity!

Creation myth:

In the beginning. There was nothing. Only chaos.

And in the chaos there was no time, nor matter. No life or death, no purpose or plessure. Nor light or dark. For the chaos was everything, and nothing was alowed to be.

Then, there was a light. For chaos, by its caotic nature, by its own inprobability, spawned by chance the creation of its own undoing. And so from the chaos there came a light. And the light was good.

The chaos feared the light. And sought to flee it. But the light bound the chaos and trapped it within creation.

And so from chaos came order. And as the chaotic energies were bound, they ceased to be what they had once was, and existance creation. The shapeless became shape, the formless becmae form. And the meaningless became meaning. In the masless there came mass.

And so from the chaos, the light made the universe.

And so it was, That from the nothingness of chaos, That creation came to be.

And in creation there came shapes. And from the shape came form, and from the form came diaometers and space and volume.

And from the space there came a sence of time.

And so it was that time began. And with time. All of creation was given A sence of direction. A sence of progression. And so the first stars could now grow. And grow old and bright. Birthed from the astral rivers of the pink nebulas. That flowed and waived in the cosmic breeze. A velvet curtain of creation, uppon which even the smalest of strands, sprung the great gardens of the starfields. The void-hills and space forests uppon which the stars bloomed like flowers.

And in these gardens the first young gods came to be. There was the great butterflies, who rode uppon wings of starlight between the flowers of the stars. Spreading the stardust like pollen uppon the fields of creation. Sowing the seeds of new young stars uppon with the nectars of light.

And so dawned the golden light of the first day. As the first stars shone their golden rays out across the expance of the universe. Painting the vacuum beween the stars, filling the space between the galaxies with a harmonious golden shine shat shone uppon every pendant of the great flowers.

And from these pendants. The first worlds were born. And uppon these worlds, life bloomed. Life bloomed across blooming planets. Born from the nectar that the great star winged buterflies carried across the blooming starfields.

Watered with the first gift to creation: The nectar of life. The sap that was carried across the starfields from the great leaves of life, On where the nectar gathered like dew in the golden light of the first stars. Every leaf from a bright marble twig, that reached upp through the Starfields from the great beyond. Beyond the flower nebulas, they reached, and back through infinity. Through them one could track life back to its creation. Back to where every twig joined into a branch. And beyond every branch, the fork of a bough. Back through infinity. Joining forever together into someting infinitly greater. Untill one found thatall the branches and all the twigs had joined into a tree.

These were the trees of life, that stretched their brances ever upward into infinity. From their leaves there grew the essence of life, from which the seeds of life fell like polen on a warm summers eve. And embedded themselves in every planet, in every star. Creating through the universe a river of life, that ran across the nebulas and blessed all it touched.

Down and down the river flowed, trough the wormholes and the bridges of staright, untill it reaced the roots of the trees of life. Rooted firmly in the core, the center of the universe.

And beneath the trees of life, but above the third eye of truesight and wisdom, rose the second gift to creation: The ethernal spire. The horn of alicorn, that stretched forever upp throuought the universe, untill it pierced infinity. For the horn reached beyond the material limits of the universe, and into the inmaterium, where the inpossible was made real.

This horn, this tower of light, was made of purest, shapeless energy. And from these pulsating energies were born the shapes and collors of creation, for it was the source of all magic in the universe. And through her endless generosity, this pure and benevolent force that shared its power with any and all. And enshured that across the vastness of the universe – no creature or world was born without the gift of magic.

And in this magic they rejoyced. And through it they continued the all mothers work of endless creation. Shaping and making the canvas of their worlds in her image.

This shared creation led to even more forms of life. All across the worlds, countless new lifeforms were born, filling the unviverse will all new forms of life. And as the worlds threathened to burst and overflow with this life, new worlds were created, to aid the spreading of creation ethernal. Planets splitt like cells, to house their growing populations. New worlds bloomed from the pendals of the nebulas. And between these flowers, the star, winged, butterflies flew across the golden void, to polinate the worlds and stars with the nectar of the goddess. And so the circle of creation continued. Filling the universe, and making it grow, ever faster, in all directions.

But still, never be beyond the loving gaze The trinity of eyes. The tree all seeing eyes, whose lumanecent gaze was the mirror into the soul of everything in creation, the gate into the soul of the universe itself.

For in this trinity lay the third gift to creation. The well of all knoledge and wisdom. The well of the soul. And the well of emotion.

For while creation had already been blessed twise with Life and Magic, it was from this trinity that came the driving force of purpose. Of knoledge and love, creativity and curiosity.

For as the tools of creation had been gifted to its inhabitants, so too were they bestowed with the will to use it.

It was from The infinite of these wells, that gave the soul and purpose to the very stars.

And it is to these wells which the souls of all things, even the stars, returned when their time had come. For as there was a beginning. There was also an end. And from the depts of these wells was born another deity. The angel. who would hopp across the starfields and feasted uppon the flowers like straws of grass of a field. And so the fate of death came uppon the stars, as their time in the universe would grow to an end, and their sould be returned to the great well of the trinity gaze.

Yet it was not an evil fate. For in the infinite deaps of the trinity gaze, lay the gift of the afterlife, where all thing wish for the angel to take them. To once again become part of the Universe, and her infinite creation. For beyond even that, lays the gift of the life beyond the afterlife. There lay the rebirth. For this was the birthplace of all things. There, beneath the roots of the trees of life, beneath the infinite horn, and behind the eyes of trinity, lay the cratle of the universe.

The core, where the trees of life, the horn of magic and the eyes of soul all stemmed from.

There, beyond where all magic, life and creation coalessed. Was the center of the universe.

The All-Mother. The Maker. The birth of the universe and the goddes of all. The self born creator of all things, and the mother of all life. A new born source of existence, whose dreams in its infentile state spawned the first light. The Dreamer, who dreamt reality into being – whose infant mind contained images of a universe before her. Fantasies and and dreams of not only what a universe could look like, but what it should look like, what it should be. And through her dreams, she made herself into the image of those dreams.

From times when the newborn universe was but a featus she dreamed, and as she dreamed, she grew, and evolved, untill the featus of the new born universe had become a all encompasing mother. For Eons she slept sumbly, while all of the universe held its breath, waiting for the moment when she opened her eyes, marking the begining of the first day of every day across the universe. And as She looked, her eyes fell uppon the weave of creation, the canvas that she had spun in her dreams, and saw that it was all her.

With a voice that came from eons past, when the first stars had grown old and instable. Their colective supernovas sending a ripple through the universe. Each one unnoticed, but together they formed a resonanse that swept through the universe across the eons. Gathering the force and strength from the final lulabyes of countles stars across time since time began. All to arive in a single moment in the center of the universe, and formed into the sound of the laungange of the gods, as the newborn universe spoke the first words to be spoken onto creation:

”WHAT <span class="caps">THE</span> <span class="caps">FUCK</span> <span class="caps">HAPPENED</span> TO <span class="caps">MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE</span>!!!!!!!!!!!!! ”

(yes . I did wtite all of that, just to lead up to that joke.)

(ps: Have you ever felt like you want to put too much sh*t in a single picture? Cause I have.)