Amidst the darkness of this seemingly empty world, a small light slowly started to form. The light slowly started to shift into a small wooden mask, changing sizes ever so often. The body of this mask was a large mass of light, which turned into hands. An orb started forming in one of the hands and turned into a large ball of rock.
This continued on for a few days, until the entity grew lonely. With his magic, he grabbed a handful of water and molded it into the shape of a heron. The heron spread out her wings and let out a loud cry. The masked body of light looked at the heron with love.
"Mira..." He breathed out as the heron looked at him lovingly.
And through their love, they formed our world, which was now known as Jamaa.
"Mother, do you think that we will ever see Mira and Zios for real?" A young, brown wolf pup looked up at his mother with his eyes wide open.
"We will see them if you go to sleep, Aldan," Aldan's mother, Sarepia, said as she looked at her pup lovingly.
"Really?" Aldan yipped happily, his green eyes growing wider.
Sarepia nodded. "Mira and Zios will not appear to disobedient pups!"
"Oh, okay then! Maybe I'll see them in my dreams and they'll make me their bodyguard!" The young pup grinned widely as he settled down in the moss.
Aldan soon drifted to sleep, leaving his mother the only one awake. Sarepia sighed and licked the young pup's nose. She walked out of the den, and looked up at the moon, which emitted a soft glow throughout the forested area. Tears started forming in her eyes as she thought of her deceased mate, Scaldris. Oh Scaldris, she thought. If only you could have lived to raise this pup with me.
Sarepia walked back to her den, and settled in her moss nest. She looked at her son, who was the spitting image of Scaldris. She smiled softly, and went to sleep.
You taught me the courage of stars before you left.
How light carries on endlessly, even after death.
With shortness of breath, you explained the infinite.
How rare and beautiful it is to even exist.