It began with a dreamer.
Listlessly floating amongst all the others in The Dream, one slowly began to be aware. The watchers in their hidden majesty observed the shade's throbbing glow. The one began to take shape and form as he realized himself to himself.
The sea of grey souls rippled and moaned as the one in the dream began to exert his perceptions.
The watchers took heed.
Cognizance absorbed the one. His solidity waxed. Stumbling bare feet manifested into the real of the dream. They belonged to the one. He danced with them with bold movements that confirmed his ownership.
He stood still and gazed about him. He experienced the sea of souls in their blind fumblings and sighed for their ignorance. Even with no focus on the intention, patterns occurring in his inner creative flow were reflecting in the coagulation of dream matter around him. He smiled and forgetting the sea bent his focus of will to bear.
Mountains creaked and roared from a rich fertile smelling earth. They grew like spreading molds in a chain. lakes of crystal blues filled to the brim with sweet earth-water gathered in the foothills.
Living things evolved. Small settlements appeared. Organically they grew out of the fabric of the ones conception of what should be. Fantastical creatures and plants flourished.
The one brought the sea.
The dark of this Prussian blueness approached calmly from all sides. The one attained position on the mountain and brought forth light to give the glow he wished on the waters. With blissful content he watched the evolution of inner essence into dream matter. Turning all about the one surveyed all that he had made.
He saw that it was good.