Darkness.

With darkness it all began.

More precisely: It began with what hid inside the darkness as the abyss was never as empty as it made us believe.

Now, what power, what might, was lurking in the endless darkness?

It was chaos! Pure and utter chaos!

Volatile and all-powerful, it was chaotic, it was constant chaos; a mass of wriggling energies, of thousand voices and million faces. It was God.

It was no just God, it was no loving God, no righteous and forgiving God. It was simply... God, and that's all there is to it.

God was all. Eternal, infinite, omnipotent, extant and at the same time immaterial. We call it God as it's name was creation itself, something ineffable for us mortals, but in actuality it had no name. Just nameless and crawling chaos, as the epitome of creation it was all and so was its name.

But this story is not about God. It is about God's creations, about its children.

God had conscience, it was aware of the yawning void that gnawed at it, threatened it. God hated the abyss, hated the loneliness, and although all-powerful God was also the embodiment of inability. God could do nothing against the black chasm that embraced it, candidly trying to devour it. Not until God received a message, an order from up above. Yes, from a realm beyond the darkness and the omni.

But did God care? No, God was wholly focused on the message it received. 'Create life!'. It was a single order, two words, but with endless results and variables. Although God had no idea what the strange markings meant the intent was clear.

'But how?', God wondered and its question resonated within its being. God felt something change within it as it voiced the question for eternity to witness. For the first time God experienced unity as its existence had this single question as its fuclrum. For the first time God had an incentive.

'How do I create life?', God pondered but something was amiss about its question. 'How do WE create life?', God grinned.

God felt and knew what life was, God itself was the best sample for this matter after all. But God was also certain that re-creating itself was impossible. God was frustrated; brooding eons over the matter had yielded no result.

As if irritated by God's shiftlessness another message came flying through reality and dimensions from unknown places. This time there were no words spelled out, what God recieved this time was an image.

It was the picture of a delicate daisy, bracing sharp winds, overgrowing tides of deciduous grass and a hot midday sun.

God was speechless. It had never seen anything akin to this little flower, to this miracle!

With feverish effort God ingrained this image into its very being, parsing the picture into its essentials components; the gilden sunlight showering from up above, heralding the celestial body that hid behind a spotless and cerulean sky, the marbled petals glistening under a fiery halo of opal rays, the hushing wind that whispered thousand tales.

God memorized the picture, the image of a single daisy lonesome but defiant growing towards the skies.

God wanted to create a place for this flower. He wanted to create a place ESPECIALLY for this simple flower. Forget about hosting and sustaining life, what God wanted was a singular space solely for this fragile plant.

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And so God went on to work, with an image in mind and a crude path paved for it.

But God failed.

The void didn't take too kindly to God's actions. It encroached in God's futile attempt to re-create life as God had witnessed, rendering each and every venture as a miserable failure.

Did that stop God? No, far from it.

For the first time since, yeah, time itself God had found a goal to strive for and God wouldn't give up after just a handful of eternities.

If God couldn't bring life forth inside the abyss then why not use itself as the host? Although the void stretched forever, so did God. They were both innumerable infinities after all, and on a closer look, two sides of the same coin; All encompassing chaos and empty poise.

And God's idea was spot on! God's body was under its free reign, a realm where God had full control, where God was truly omnipotent.

So God resumed its task with what could only be descirbed as a smile on its 'lips'. And he did so with éclat!

After trial and error God finalized the mimicry. A star was shining brightly behind a cloudless sky, the wind, ebbed and calm, washed over grassy plains and the daisy stood proud on its hill. But something was amiss.

There was no luster, no sheen, no spark of life. It was, after all, just a brummagem immitation. Effervescent colours fringed the small flower and yet it seemed bleak, sombre and... wrong.

God was downtrodden. There was no vibrant display of life God could wonder about, just a husk, a shell for something that will never be.

'A husk! It is but a mere container! Empty, for now!', God suddenly exclaimed and its gaze changed. To give life God had to part with its own! It was so simple!

Mortals would stop and debate, weigh out, is immolation the right thing to do? All just to give something less significant life? But God didn't linger, he did not wait in his decision.

It was after all its dream, its aspiration, its final destination: to give life! How could God not follow its destiny?

And so God parted with bits of its life, infused them into the world the flower was errected on, into the dry earth, the sky and the far away stars and lastly into the flower itself.

Slowly but surely, as God's essence peppered through the multiverses, the daisy started thrumming, collapse in on itself before the petals slowly unwound to reveal two humanoid figures. A being with short, sun-golden hair and another one with long, flawless white and cascading hair.

They stood there, with contently closed eyes and entangled in an intimate embrace, uncaring about the creator that watched them. God was silent, the beauty he created overwhelming him.

God closed in on the figures, an anomally happening all around the universes, careful as to not blemish their beauty. "All of you,", God whispered, "all of you, my sons and daughters, shall guard life and see to it that it flourishes. I beg of you my children, Watchers and Guardians of Life.", God, peaceful and in never seen before accord, mumbled, the words carrying through infinity before God succumbed to the grip of the nether. It didn't took long before God's existence vanished in a dazzling fulmination of divinity, protecting the little glade of life it had created.

Later, this event would be called 'The Big Bang' by some.