A myth of creation from Arashtke

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When there was dark and only dark, there was nothing.

Then Auros (Ultimate, the One Soul, who has no gender) spoke, and light arose. In that light formed a dark thing, and it was a world. The world was a ribbon and on that ribbon walked people. All from a single word of Auros, whose power is above our own.

Auros shook itself, and tore in nine: Eight gods of truth, and one of leadership.

These then named themselves after their roles.
Pattern, Nature, Light, Dark, Healing, Honesty, Love, Purity.
Power.

These names persisted, watching the people walk and play. Then the people suffered, and cried loudly. The gods looked on them, and saw language forming.

With language, then there were People. And Truth nodded, writing it down.
Purity came to them, and they were cleansed of their suffering. So they swore forever to be pure. Of course they fell immediately. Love came and helped them back to their feet, and walked with them.

Then came a Dream, a child of Light who spoke nothing at all.

Nature took her in, and the world began to flourish, for Dream is also Growth.
Pattern taught her, and Dream became Understanding.
Dark opened her cloak, and Dream saw Truth beneath it.
Honesty smiled, and Dream told him Prophecy.
Then Healing came, and Dream sat at his feet and learned Medicine.

Dream grew older, and Love tried to pair with her. She smiled and danced with him, but nothing happened. Dream was already full in love.

Purity came to Dream, and Dream became woman.

Then Dream came to Love and they made love together.

Power watched, knowing the whole reason Dream existed.

Eventually, Dream came to Power and asked, "What will you teach me?"

Power said, "Yourself."

And the People began to Dream.

This is the tale of the gods of J'rai as they once were known.