Birth of The Mother

Not so much a story, just a description of an event that is inspired by Greek Mythology.

Chaos filled every void. A conscious and primitive embodiment of diaphanous and translucent particles. Churning, morphing, multiplying, A concoction of all the beginnings and endings to come, of all the colours in an endless spectrum, of all the sounds yet to be heard or recognised, a myriad of all future experience unconfined and unrestrained by limits of gravity and time.

  Self-aware, yet intent upon one task. Like the deep breath before the plunge, an intensity felt within every particle began to develop. Parts of light grew blinding while parts of dark grew ink black. The immense centre was a catalyst for more transformation. A steady thrum of vibration became waves, like that of a pulse coursing through the veins of space. Wave after wave transformed the shape of Chaos, its centre now resembling what a hurricane would one day become. Slowly at first yet picking up speed with every pulse of energy until it became a Turbulence of space and time contracting… breathing… screaming… exploding!

A mother, born from Chaos.