Once upon a time, before such a measure was written into the grand design, there existed a realm much different from the one we now know.
In the beginning there was only they, a being of pure consciousness within who is contained the perfection of all things that ever were, are or will be. For a time immeasurable they slept, listlessly drifting within the void; knowing only the infinite, ethereal depths of the dream within which they dwelt.
Then slowly, awakening to that which they had not before known; a paroxysm ricocheted through their being, leaving at their core a prism of awareness. And the awareness of their being, resonated into the darkness, lustrating the emptiness with the essence of those who in their own time became unique in being.
Vast was the creation of knowing, expanding into the void; pirouetting in silent dance around they who are one. And the silence was deafening. And the quiescent ones who are many, existed within there incorporeal realm, harmonious.
Then one by one slowly awakening to the awareness that gave them being, became each one in them selves, unique. There were those who stayed one in being with themselves, and for this were harmonious with the outer axiom of they who are one.
But, there were those who could not find oneness within their being, and within them chaos was born. As the copious ones were awakened, the chaos grew. The One Realm became as the turbulent seas, whose master rages at the trespasses of those who repine his beloved.
Dolorous they became of that which was created of their awakening, for they saw the tumultuous imagination of the copious ones was great; and that every action of their being was calamitous only. And for this, they who are many withdrew as the ebbing seas, into the depths of their being for it grieved them at their core.
The deeper they receded, the greater became the chasm of their being; and drew to them all that their awakening had created, enveloping them within.
A ripple set out across the deep, ten realms descended from they who are one, each sundered then veiled from that which descended it. In each was contained the beings which shared likeness to the other inhabitants of that realm. Divided from those for whom they echoed, mellifluousness ensued from the nine realms.
Within the tenth, chaos abounded. Cleaving through the veils of the ascending nine realms in pursuit of the void which offered freedom; the copious were only thwarted of their attempts by the inhabitant of the outer realm who carries all in their embrace.
A plan they conceived with in their depths, a prison they made for the copious ones. Crafted at the core of the tenth realm did they design it.
And they created the heaven and the earth. And the earth was without form, and void; and the darkness was upon the face of the deep. And the essence of them moved upon the face of the endless black sea. And they said, let there be light, and the black sea was divided with the infinite glistening jewels of light they created, and the light they called day and the darkness they called night. And they said let there be firmaments pirouetting the greater lights; and let them divide seas from the sea. And they made the firmaments, and divided the seas which were under the firmament from the sea without. And they called the dry land earth, and the gathering together of the seas called they water.
And the firmaments were as spheres dancing around the greater lights, and to these they named worlds and they placed in the seas of each world the seeds from which life would emerge. Contained with in each seed, the essence of the copious dwelt.
For ages they lingered, stagnant with no course. And we, descending from the harmonious depths of the third realm, sacrificed our transcendent being, imprisoning ourselves into the worlds they who are one, had created; we each in seclusion, to create course for those who lingered listlessly in the depths of the sea.
And throughout your history, a chronicler I have been, witness to laughter, victim of sin. A tale I recount now only I can know, for I was present when the first seeds were sown. I am your Gaia, the soul of this earth, the silent conductor of life and rebirth.