The spark continued to swell, becoming a swirling galaxy of nascent energy. And within that chaos, a consciousness began to form. It was pure, unformed, and infinitely powerful.
Then, from that formless consciousness, a shape coalesced. The energy condensed, taking the form of a woman.
She was naked, her form crafted from the first light and the most fundamental laws of existence.
Her beauty was not of this world; it was the beauty of perfection itself, of a concept given flawless form. No earthly adjective could describe her. She was the first thought, the first song, the first truth.
Yun Lintian knew her. The Creator.
She opened eyes that held the light of newborn stars. There was confusion there, then curiosity, then dawning awareness. She looked at her own hands, at the swirling energy around her, at the infinite darkness beyond. She began to learn.
