Nothing but light. Had a human eye been present to witness then the blazing radiance would have seared away retina even through closed eye lids. The light radiates from beings, two of only three beings in existence. To their eyes the light is fractured into every shade on the spectrum, blinding white light become a pallet of every shade and hue imaginable. Before this light dark matter is thrown across the expanse of nothingness and the universe itself begins to form.
The colours resonate sounds as waves of light shimmer and ripple in an ever-changing chorus of melodies. Music, immeasurably joyous and beautiful, constant only in its transience and evolution spreads from the light. It is the greatest roar and the quietest whisper. Within the endless symphony there are no repetitions, only newness. The music, like the light plays across the dark matter, shaping it, bringing order to it, causing it to dance and move.
Two beings, one as a candle to the others sun, rest in the middle of the light, they are the light. Compared to the light of the sun the candle should be invisible, but it is as if the sun wants the candle to stand out in its own way.
Within the blazing light the eyes of the candle can be seen. Six eyes, which change colour as the song changes, set in a face resembling a lion cub made of brass. Awe and rapture dance across feline features as he watches the sun pull strands of colour and sound into a weave that takes on its own personality and begins to give off its own light. So beautiful is the act of creation that the eyes weep streams of gold and silver tears. As each tear falls into the infinity of the fledgling universe it become a new part of creation.
The creator stops in its work for a moment, a fraction of time eternal, the longest of moments, the shortest. It turns to the candle and resonates a word, all the beauty of the irrepressible light, the unending intricate melodies so varied and free are bought into one place for that moment. "Michael" The name echoes through out creation momentarily freezing the universe in a moment of rapture and ecstasy.
His being becomes more complete, more whole. Life itself is new, the utterance of his name, the first word, the first hearing of it brings a sensation unlike any other. One day a woefully inadequate word will be used to try and capture the emotion, one day it will be referred to as love.
The creator returns to his work, the weaving and moulding of light and song brings a third being into existence. As the weave finishes the creator utters another word which again ripples across creation like the waves of a stone thrown into a pond. "Lucifer"
The candles see each other for the first time. They are so similar yet so radically different. They are both made from light, they are both made the same, yet the song playing when they were woven into being was different. Brotherhood and belonging form between them, complete within the love of their creator, within that fleeting look between them an eternity of mutual adoration is ensured. Despite this neither can look away from the creator any longer and their gaze returns to the sun, who again, is weaving light.