A Dance of Everything

TW: None

 

We awoke in nothingness. There was neither light nor darkness, but as we glanced at each other, there suddenly was. 

We moved around, and heat and cold came to be. 

We touched hands, let go, swirled around and created the planets, stars, and emptiness of space. 

We interlocked our fingers, and the world around us expanded. 

We twirled, I hugged them, they hugged me, and we let go. 

We moved and moved, doing what would soon be called "dancing" and we experienced the joy for the time ever. 

We danced, and danced, and danced. 

But our fun didn't last, as we continued to move, things started to go wrong, stars began to explode. 

I grabbed ahold of the remnants and formed new planets, while they formed holes that sucked everything inside around it to try and control the chaos. 

We struggled. Until we figured out how to stop creating. 

All we had to do was breathe, if we did, we would not create again. 

I wondered why for a moment, but our lack of creating was all consuming, all-enveloping. 

What could solve this besides more creation? I wondered. Then, I spoke. I spoke the world's first words. Their name. 

"Werwera?" 

And they spoke back, my name, "Isther." 

We smiled at each other, as we now knew what to do. 

We had talked for so long, that time would surely soon exist in a tangible form, as I had formed more planets, layering rock on rock, stone on stone. Each layer placed without percision, purely made in the forms of joy. 

Werewera meanwhile formed the skies, the seemingly empty part between the planets and stars, each speck placed with percision, but just as much job. 

But we moved slowly, making sure that everything had a purpose, everything was there for a reason. 

We didn't understand the reason, but that was alright. 

Eventually, Werwera approached me, with a thought. 

"What if I added the emptiness onto one of your planets?" they asked. 

"Oh, that sounds wonderful. Let's try it!" 

And so we did. 

What they proceeded to create would soon be called "water" and it was perfect. It moved on it's own, on a visible scale. Sure, planets moved around their stars, and stars moved away from the center, but that was too hard to see. 

Only in our early days could we observe it, now with the gift of talking, it seemed that everything had come to a halt. 

But with this water, this ocean, something moved itself visibly again. 

We danced in the water, learning how to swim, but not needing to. 

And we danced and danced, as we laughed with joy, causing the ocean around us to move. 

Up and down, left and right, forward and backward. It was almost too much, almost. 

I, for the first time, cried tears of happiness, that flowed salt into the ocean. 

Werwera didn't hold back either, they cried just as much as me, as we floated out of the wetness and toward the nearby sun to dry off. 

"I wish... I wish we weren't the only things that could create other things," I said as we twirled next to the heat. 

"Why don't you create then?" Werwera said, gently taking my hand into theirs. 

I gasped, for the first time ever. Why didn't I think of that? Oh well, I could think about that later. 

So, I went back over to the water and attempted to create something, anything, that could create as well. And I did. 

Tiny specs, invisible to the eyes, formed in the water, created oxygen, and other such elements, that Werwera had previously created with their first dance. 

Werwera then approached, creating a safe bubble where the specs cloned themselves, morphed, created variants, created something visible. 

We watched in awe, and Werwera helped the visible reach the bottom, cling to it like a lifeline. 

We watched it spread and spread, creating many visible and even some moving things. Was this... life?

As we aged, our bodies changed, hair got longer, my figure got fuller, while Werwera got taller. And the ocean sprawled with specs and life. 

But we stopped talking as much, as I was occupied with my life, watching it, talking to it, trying to teach it what I know, and failing. 

Werwera tried to talk to me, tried to make me see them, but I stopped looking. I stopped listening. 

This was the first mistake ever made, and I made it. 

They eventually stopped trying to get my attention, maybe they knew this wouldn't work. 

I noticed, but it took me realising that the life in the ocean had become more than what I called plants. 

There were animals, and I wanted to show Werwera. Realising, for the first time, that they weren't by my side. 

I looked, and looked, and looked, and looked, and-

I yelled their name and saw a light move across the sky. 

Following the light as fast as I could, I arrived next to Werwera, who smiled at me. 

"It took you a while," they said, in a place surrounded by planets of water. There was no life in them. 

Then they cried, the first tears of sadness spilled. 

"I'm..." they started, but never finished. 

For a moment, I didn't know what to do, then I hugged them. 

"It's my fault, I'm sorry," I said, as tears spilled from my eyes, and I held onto them as if I'd loose them if I didn't. 

I didn't know why, but when they hugged me back, it felt that everything was better. Everything was alright again. 

"I forgive you," they said and I thanked them. 

When I had showed Werwera the new life that had spawned, it had already grown in size. We stared in awe, so much so, we didn't notice the skies darken. 

But as water fell down on us, we decided to name this event "rain" and it was the first of it's kind, but would soon come at least on one spot on this planet at all times. 

And we watched and watched the water fall, until suddenly, light came from the clouds, then something loud sounded. 

We flinched, but stared, nothing had ever been this loud, so we decided to call the sound "thunder" and the light "lightning". It was beautiful, but terrifying. 

Then we talked about our time apart, and the rain slowed, and skies cleared. Eventually, we noticed that behind the rain, there were colours. We didn't agree on which colours showed in the sky, but we agreed to name it "rainbow" so everything was fine. 

As we observed the rainbow, wondering where it came from, I felt a pull. A pull toward Werwera as if gravity had an affect on me. And we leaned toward each other, foreheads touching. 

We closed our eyes and almost like instinct, we touched our lips. We didn't understand why, but that didn't matter. This was the first instance of true romance. 

Or at least we'd like to think that. Animals could've invented it first. 

Eventually, life in the ocean grew too much for it to handle, so we made a truly heartbreaking decision and rose some of the bottom to form land. 

It killed many animals and plants. Most species didn't survive the rise, but we had anticipated this. So we weren't surprised. 

But that didn't make it hurt any less. 

I cried and cried for the lost, salting the ocean more and more, as plants started to spread to land. 

Werwera cried too, they comforted me, hugged me until I stopped and when I did, the first animals had made their way onto land. Even if just part time. 

I watched in awe at the amount of new species scattered throughout both the ocean and the new land. 

It helped dry my tears, but didn't help me fix the hole in my heart the land raising had caused. 

And then, eventually, we danced again. We danced on the land, in the air, in the seas, throughout the whole planet. 

We had separated for a while after our dance, Werwera said they needed time, and I gave it to them. 

As the animals and I roamed the planet, we started to grow lonely without them around. Or at least, some animals seemed lonely. I wished I could communicate with them. 

After a few cycles of evolution, Werwera returned and brought rivers with them. 

We danced once again, one last time, before we wouldn't be alone anymore. One last time, before we made a decision that we would come to see as the true start of the world around us. 

 

We were whole and missing pieces at the same time.