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And from the void emerged the light. First, as a shiny spark that cracked the void and gave birth to existence. The light was given a shape. And in due time it became the tree of life and existence. The tree had roots which at its end still holds the first spark of creation light. The light that created shade and dark. And with both came disparity. Within the tree's heart born the universes with the hammer of the maker, leaning in his forge, carving the light of the tree into the globes of universes and from the tree's lantern of knowledge he knew his purpose. He created the gods, worlds, life, not with his own light, but with the tree's light. He is the tree's first born. The first to move. The first to transform. And on his own image countless beings were born. Some from mud. Some from sand. Some from fire. Some from air. Some from light. Some from dark. No creation knows what is beyond the tree borders. For the tree emerged from nothing with the spark created by He who is not to be seen or comprehended. No living creation could see him. But the spark released with death goes beyond the tree, souls they call it . Some say they transform into new tress. Some say they reach out to him who is above all and stay beneath his golden throne until the end of creation. But no one have absolute answer. All we know that the tree is our own world and within its leaves and spines we live.

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And from the void emerged the light. First, as a shiny spark that cracked the void and gave birth to existence. The light was given a shape. And in due time it became the tree of life and existence. The tree had roots which at its end still holds the first spark of creation light. The light that created shade and dark. And with both came disparity. Within the tree's heart born the universes with the hammer of the maker, leaning in his forge, carving the light of the tree into the globes of universes and from the tree's lantern of knowledge he knew his purpose. He created the gods, worlds, life, not with his own light, but with the tree's light. He is the tree's first born. The first to move. The first to transform. And on his own image countless beings were born. Some from mud. Some from sand. Some from fire. Some from air. Some from light. Some from dark. No creation knows what is beyond the tree borders. For the tree emerged from nothing with the spark created by He who is not to be seen or comprehended. No living creation could see him. But the spark released with death goes beyond the tree, souls they call it . Some say they transform into new tress. Some say they reach out to him who is above all and stay beneath his golden throne until the end of creation. But no one have absolute answer. All we know that the tree is our own world and within its leaves and spines we live.