From nothing, everything emerged. In these waters, both ordinary and extraordinary things took place. From giant fragments of tales, the tiniest grains appeared. These grains formed the floor of these waters. On these grains, life began. Piece by piece. From the small to the immense. The immense divided into different parts: conscious and unconscious, great and not-so-great, metaphysical and physical. This realm lay at the juncture. At the juncture of the conscious and the unconscious, the great and the lesser, the physical and the metaphysical. Something inexplicable, inexplicable not only because it defies explanation, but because no one desires to explain it. This is how they came into being. There were many of them. She was part of them. Together, they were nothing, yet individually, they were everything. They were not looked at from the outside. Instead, they were admired from within. They always existed where others did not. When others appeared, they were near, but soon drifted away. They drifted slowly, leaving no trace. Remember them, but do not seek to know them.
