Rayma~
I was alone when the first heartbeat echoed through the void.
There was no sky, no earth, no time—just me and the silence that stretched endlessly. I remember touching that silence and feeling it shiver beneath my hand, trembling like a frightened child. That was when I realized I could shape it. That I could make something beautiful from nothing.
I created light first—not for warmth, but because I was tired of the dark pressing against me. The light burned my hands, but it danced, too. It shimmered, alive, and I laughed. It was the first sound that had ever existed—my laugh—and it echoed across eternity.
Still, even with all that brightness, I felt hollow. What good was creation when there was no one to share it with? So I reached deep into the light and pulled out a fragment softer, gentler. I whispered to it, gave it a shape, a name, and a soul.
"Be the calm to my storm," I told her. "Be my Moon."
