April 27
~We're wandering and dreaming of wild things. We're underneath and torn asunder. We're inbetween the walls of dreams. We're free as chaos and full of wonder~
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April 27
~Before the beginning of all that is, there was nothing. Absolutely nothing. Not even darkness so from where "it" came no one knows, not even the oldest stars because this was even before their time, but nevertheless it appeared, and everything began. It was magic. Not magic that brought it here, but magic itself, forming, growing, and from it, everything else came. First a backdrop of immaculate black, a waveless sea of pure darkness, calm, infinite, and eternal; it waited. The sea lingered patiently and serenely for how long we will never know, but eventually, and ever so gently, the smallest, miniscule pinpoint of light formed out of the darkness and beamed it's way across the sea. It twinkled and blinked for a moment, just as a newborn baby opening it's eyes for the first time, but it wasn't lonely for long, for nearby another point formed and then another and another. All across the sea these children of light were born and found their place within the darkness. Together they grew, illuminating the sea of black, but yet, never able to undo it's inextinguishable existence. Each child of light was individually unique and there were never two quite alike. The children could never hope to overcome the sea, and the sea of darkness knew that although the beings of light were not as patient, and not as calm, they were just as infinite and would always be. So it was at that very special moment that the most important creation to ever exist formed between the two. It was just as endless and immeasurable as they would ever be, and without it, there would never be harmony within the universe. It was love.~
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