As the pebble from the tree fell, the apple from the deepest dungeons of the Gaia sprouted a tiny leaf. When the sky was green & the seas were yellow. Violet was the sun, and red was the night, a worm of utmost beauty, conceived in the minds of the writer and her influenced romanticism, wiggled its way through the beautiful meanderings.
The confluence of feeling and the stress of life created the ashy surroundings of a shiny cave. The eyes of the pretty worm twinkled like stars as it seeped in knowledge from its environment. With every nook of understanding and corner of doubt, the worm changed shape.
Time passed. Seconds. Minutes. Hours. It grew in size to take a floating form- translucent and radiant. Confident of all her learnings, this wonderful creature took its first peep from the caves.
The trees quivered, the earth shook, and the skies vibrated an ancient hymn. And the clouds shed happy flowers.
The universe resounded a victory thump as the entity made herself known. The very first rainbow formed to add an extra oomph to the happenings.
Thus, an exquisite extravaganza began announcing the birth of the mighty pain, the sculptor of destiny, thoughts, imagination, good, bad, and evil.