It is said, in the first dawn he rose above all. The galaxy stood empty and motionless, none moved, for none existed. The stars stood cold and bleak, and crude rocks circled them lifelessly. Then he breathed life into the universe. The fabric of the galaxy was changed. Its dull, unmoving form was crafted into a vibrant energy, one that could bear life. Its smallest pieces became the blocks, they interacted with each other, they combined, the recombined, they changed the world around them. Worlds became fertile, their parts arranging to his hand, bearing life. We rose up from our ground, and our primeval systems breathed life. We were his living creations in the vast galaxy he had created.