1:1 At the beginning, it was time. Tachyons moving faster than light and darkness. Conscious entities would perceive this as time moving forward in one direction.

1:2 All the existence, the matter in form of particles were condensed in just one single point in the void. Where everything was, and thus, nothing ever was, at the same time.

1:3 The perfect order, the crystallized vacuum, could not be held for long and exploded, in an ever-expanding universe of nebulae, gas, heat and light. Energy wandered around and gravitated randomly, accumulating in bodies than then defined other patterns, augmenting in complexity.

1:4 Matter condensed, begetting new fractal structures, spherical magnets that would attract freely dancing gas masses, layers of finer substances falling in a silent symphony of syllogisms.

1:5 One of these stars hung in a sea of astrological events in such a way that allowed one of the tiny rocks orbiting it to develop a different kind of particles. Close enough to its star to have liquid water, far enough so the surface is not burning, with the exact mass so a protective atmosphere can be formed around it.

1:6 A world conquered by chance and opportunity. By complex sugar chains, nucleic compounds and fatty acids generating nonpolar environments all submerged in an aqueous solution.

1:7 A world covered in life and death, in the infinite decaying entropy of the reality. An ever-expanding chaos, being filtered, organized, to become once again what it was at the very beginning. All in one.

1:8 The world moved through space and time and the light penetrated the gaseous atmosphere coming from the stars and while the world rotated on its own axis, day and night cycle happened.

1:9 Fire erupted through the rocky veins of the earthy dirt, wind blew in the red skies and dark clouds covered the tips of the naked mountains. The world fought with itself. Screamed with thunder and yelled with lighting. Acid rained over the plateaus and the oceans came and went, forming ice structures where it was dry before. Huge canyons opened when the plains reigned, and mountains grew where the deserts were in the span of centuries.

1:10 The materials on earth changed and transformed with the composition of the gasses, the stars nearby exploded and got bigger and the cosmos kept developing, reaching secret corners of the unfathomable universe. The temperature of the world was kept in balance by chance, during several millennia. In this time, water stopped being a volatile substance, and

She came down covered in the oils of life, surrounded in pain and agony. Flesh of her flesh, blood of her blood, bone of her bone scattered around her, composing a sinister birth.

Cold, abandoned, out in the savage wilderness. In danger. Under pressure. The hunger hit her. The elements hit her even harder. The night came after the night, and the day the day after and overmorrow.

The trees, old and serene, witnessed the crying and bawling for days. The stars changed over the seasons in the celestial dome, and she was still cold, since no one covered her, still hungry since no one feed her.

The reaper ignored her. She died in the cold, out of hunger, she was hunted, she was abandoned. And still, her skin remained pristine, her hair clean and the sound of her voice resonated while the light and the darkness kept fighting over her closed eyelids.

The earth took her in her arms. She grew strong. Her legs learnt to walk on their own. Her body adapted to the world. She witnessed the world before hair.