Long ago before time was measured, at least in our reality there was a god named Elenmitis. His power was as such he could create anything. Often, he would make things and destroy them once he ran out of materials. For days innumerable he played with empty space around him. Eventually, his enjoyment paled. “This is fun, but I’ve created so many things, surely there is something else to do.”
Elenmitis spent time learning to travel to other realities. When he did he realized they had other gods, planets, the stars that sparkled in the sky. Never before had Elenmitis seen such creations. Elenmitis wanted to play with everything. But, the gods of those realities didn’t want him to interfere. They felt very protective of their creations. For a long time Elenmitis watched learning all there was to see. Eventually, this too grew boring.
He went home. This time he thought, I’ll make a world. A world that is mine alone. Excited he went to work. First, he made it a square. The shape didn’t quite turn the way he wanted in the sky. He thought back to the other worlds and he made a huge ball. That was a bit better, but not quite right. He squished it bit making it a bit longer at the top and bottom. There now it spun in the perfect lazy turn he wanted.
For a while he watched his spinning planet. It didn’t have any land or water. Elenmitis decided that was the next step. He made a flat piece of land in the middle of the planet and filled with water around it. And with a flicker of power he gave the land life.
The world woke up. “Who are you?”
“I’m Elenmitis. I made you.” Proud of his first attempt he practically crooned his words.
The World was unimpressed. “Well since there are only you and me, I figured that out. But, you didn’t make anything on me. I’m a boring piece of land, surrounded by an empty ocean.”
A bit stunned Elenmitis stared at his creation. “How do you know about all that?”
“I’m not sure. Maybe you gave me the knowledge, or maybe is a part of what I am. Either way, I know this is only the beginning of a world, not a final product.” The World responded.
Elenmitis waited for The World to continue but it didn’t. Apparently, it wasn’t a very talkative planet. Elenmitis decided to take its advice. He conjured mountains, trees, valleys, fish, and insects. After all that Elenmitis felt a bit winded and watched. Living things were really interesting. They fought, killed, and ate one another. They were born, grew, and died. After a while everything became a repeating pattern.