On the third day of what the gods would call "The great reconstruction", a tiny child flew down to Earth, the golden ribbons it was carrying fluttering behind it gracefully. From those ribbons, stars were born, being scattered around the lands and turning to tiny seeds upon impact.
The child itself had its eyes closed, with marks like streams of tears right under them. Its head resembled a star itself, glowing faintly like a distant sun. It didn't move, letting the winds blow it away and carry it further forward, planting forests and flower fields as it went.
It stopped above a waterfall, its rapid flow cascading downwards and falling into a small river. Just then did the child of stars open its eye, but not the one on its face- instead, a mark on its stomach began opening, revealing a large, blue eye that stared down at the lands below.
Seeing as the life on this planet was diminished the day before, the child began crying with sorrow- it was sad that it didn't get to see anyone, sad that it was all gone before it could even get to know how life worked, how this small planet in the middle of nowhere brimmed with joy and love.
A tear began forming in its eye, sliding down its abdomen before eventually ending up in the river below, its golden tear now mixing with the dark, lifeless waterfall below. It didn't want to stay there any longer; the place only brought him pain and sadness, filling its small heart.
And so, the child began floating away from the planet Earth, having brought back life without even knowing it. This had marked the third day of "The Great Reconstruction"- the visit from the children of the stars and the reappearance of life as we know it today.