Iridescence. The comet lit the skies of foreign planets with the burnt silver of the unknown. The blaze coruscated from the empyrean. And in the purest white that stained the heavens, the seven beacons of light could be seen orbiting the luminous core.
The meteor wandered the universe, searching for a deserving host. But for what it could not find, it would provide for.
Eight spheres orbited a smoldering giant. The falling star streaked between two of the orbs and shuddered, coming to a rest. Three times it pulsed, and the ripples of glowing power spread to the still space around it.
And very slowly, debris and masses of drifting rock began to cluster around it.
The stone superheated and became molten slag. It encompassed the comet, congealing and solidifying. As the conglomerate of minerals and gases trapped inside grew, the core once again became an inferno. And at the core, the Creator frowned.
This new world was not perfection.
And so the Creator rose, and broke out of its earthen prison. It took to the sky and mantled over its magnum opus. Its energies extended over the newly formed planet and liquid masses came into being, filling the uneven crags of the land. Seven distinct fragments of earth emerged and the oceans froze over the axes of the world.
But the terrain below was barren and windswept. And so those seven servers that encircled their Master branched out and soared to the seven slabs of land. They breathed hot life into their continents and created the beings of the earth.
Green carpeted the world, and the strong trunks of trees sprang from the loamy soil. Branches twisted and entwined, sprouting leaves and colored blossoms. Flowers burst from the topsoil and blanketed hills with their farrago of pigments.
And small bodies were created, minute organisms that grew and thought and breathed. The children of the Creator wandered in the sunlight, blinking as their eyes were touched by radiance that they had never before known.
The servers pulled back and the Master saw the glory of the world It had created.
And as the lives of Its children progressed, It decided to reveal Itself to them. It selected a single child to guard and protect It, and scattered Its servers across the earth.
The people shied away from Its brilliance, unnerved by Its Godlike presence. And indeed, they revered It as a God. They watched It with wide and wondering eyes.
They would name It Master, as Its servers had. Its servers would be named Chaos for the consequences of their use.
But Its children grew warlike and sinful, and It began to distrust Its creations. And as the eve of doomsday, It gave life to the water, and destroyed Its people. The few that remained would start again.
And the chronicles of the earth lengthened and grew savage again, but the Creator's interest waned. It resigned to watch passively as the world destroyed itself, and as more bloody chapters of humanity surfaced, It stood aside and let life run its course.
It witnessed unparalleled fearlessness and heroism, and It was proud. It observed the misgivings of society and evils of unsurpassed villains, and It wept for the suffering of its children. But It had promised them their free will, and It would not interfere.
It never returned to the core.
But when the Creator abandoned the center of Its masterpiece, It left behind a legacy of discord.
For in the wake of Its unrestrained power, the two warring entities were created, forever locked in combat.
History would name them Gaia. And they would be the end of the world.