Solara lay on her back, the labor she induced upon herself racking her body of pure light and energy as its light scattered across the darkness that surrounded her, the darkness encroaching itself upon her life and vitality. As her body convulsed, pieces of her separated itself from her, becoming other bodies of light in the primordial darkness of before. These pieces would become known to us as the stars, the celestial bodies of pure energy that all could claim descent from the original light, Solara herself. The bodies of light that were the stars and once one with Solara would become reliant on the surrounding chaos to assist in their constructions, the darkness subsuming all of the energies contained within itself.

The labor of Solara, though proving to be fruitful and sustainable as the cosmos were formed from her energy, was not yet finished, for after creating the cosmos she desired to create a world and a people belonging to this world to look upon them, the act of creating the cosmos not being sufficiently satisfying enough for the universe she dreamed of. This dream, all of which felt and contained within the light of herself, was born of Solara’s desire to create and sustain, the hills and valleys she envisioned existing inside of her in the same moment that she dreamed of them. The visions experienced by Solara contained all of our world within it, including the mountains, hills, rivers, and valleys, the visions of teeming vigor being her greatest and most prized possession that she had spun and weaved in her internal world of energy and life, the same life she would pass on to our world.

The chaos that surrounded Solara, becoming hungry for her fruits of life and prosperity, looked upon her wondrous beauty and saw the many worlds contained within her, wishing for these contained worlds to become one and merge with itself in its state of endless hunger and destruction. Its hunger for the worlds would, eventually, cause them to emerge from Solara’s grace and will, its presence allowing for the worlds to become instead of remaining as a dream of certain mirth and tranquility in the divine presence of Solara herself. Within Solara, the dream was, and remained, perfect and unspoiled, being free from all constraints of the inevitable conclusion of death and finality as it remained teeming with life and possibility.

The dream, tugging its way out of her by its own accord as the chaos that enveloped her willed it to, spilled into the darkness of nothing, everything that she dreamt finally having a place in the cosmos as her labors were now complete, having given birth to many sons and daughters who would inherit her life and energies by their ability to exist just as Solara did. These sons and daughters would not only include the gods, but the children of man as well, as Solara crowned our race as rulers of the land and its rightful owners, imbuing us with her gift of creation and allowing us to be fruitful amongst ourselves, the gods bowing down before our people in response to Solara’s crowning of our people.

Though chosen and blessed we were, there were many born from Solara that refused to bow before us, in time becoming the enemies of the light and thus, recognized as evil entities that wished to lead us astray from the benevolence of Solara. These entities were those who had become apart from the birthplace of all of the world, instead being ingrained in the chaos and thus, far removed from Solara’s grace and benevolence. These evil entities would become known as devils, having been born from the light that descended into the darkness of chaos in times long ago, with their ability to provide the means of the testing of our people being well known and acknowledged.

These devils, refusing to acknowledge Solara as the true divine, grew to love to torture and misuse us, wreaking havoc among this land and to our people as they strove to destroy us in their ways of pleasure and fun, our people being the weakest and most vulnerable of Solara’s many children. The hate which the devils felt for the dominion of Solara over all of the land was instead channeled through their many and various acts of torture and the infliction of pain and suffering to our people, the chaos which they were born from manifesting in their own natures of destruction and change.

The world, though imperfect it had become as the devils grew to be a part of it, was then smiled upon by Solara, gracing the land with plentiful and abundant life and fertility as the giver of these elements, her benevolent divinity revealing itself through these acts. Solara, her labors then complete, continued to exist as the epitome of divinity and the heavens, giving our world her blessings of creation and eternal sustenance as she looked upon it from her position high above.