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We had to do something immediately. Or as soon after we had finished our deserts as was humanly possible.

We laughed for the hell of it, shaping worlds as craftily as artists shaped their works. We raced across the galaxy, careless of the wreckage we left behind. We were not subject to anything; everything was at our command. The Other would create worlds filled with smoke and fire, and I would craft them of air and light. We would crash them together, watching as the worlds broke apart, scattering bits in all directions.

I challenged the Other to a duel, of sorts. To see who was better at creating things. We would craft a world with air, light, smoke, and fire. Darkness and solid ground. We would create life and see what it chose to do. Time did not matter; merely the end result.

We went to opposite ends and started creating. I split the dark from light, gave the creation form. Peeking, I saw us both pulling lava from the hardened core. We both created life; the Other stringy, two-legged creatures; I chose a six-legged being with oval heads capable of thought. I did not love the world I created; I did not know what that was. But my creation, the little lives I so carefully crafted showed me what it was.

I glanced at the Other and saw his life was starting to travel around his globe. Mine were still clustered around the forest I had initially created. Then, it happened. The lives we had so carefully structured, our creatures rebelled! For the first time in our existence, we scrambled to overcome what was presented. We had to do something immediately, before things got out of hand. But.... my desert, as my creations called it. It wasn't finished.

Torn, I rushed to finish the sandy wastes, leaving my fingerprint on the cold, southern reaches. The Other was in no better shape than I.

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We had to do something immediately. Or as soon after we had finished our deserts as was humanly possible.

We laughed for the hell of it, shaping worlds as craftily as artists shaped their works. We raced across the galaxy, careless of the wreckage we left behind. We were not subject to anything; everything was at our command. The Other would create worlds filled with smoke and fire, and I would craft them of air and light. We would crash them together, watching as the worlds broke apart, scattering bits in all directions.

I challenged the Other to a duel, of sorts. To see who was better at creating things. We would craft a world with air, light, smoke, and fire. Darkness and solid ground. We would create life and see what it chose to do. Time did not matter; merely the end result.

We went to opposite ends and started creating. I split the dark from light, gave the creation form. Peeking, I saw us both pulling lava from the hardened core. We both created life; the Other stringy, two-legged creatures; I chose a six-legged being with oval heads capable of thought. I did not love the world I created; I did not know what that was. But my creation, the little lives I so carefully crafted showed me what it was.

I glanced at the Other and saw his life was starting to travel around his globe. Mine were still clustered around the forest I had initially created. Then, it happened. The lives we had so carefully structured, our creatures rebelled! For the first time in our existence, we scrambled to overcome what was presented. We had to do something immediately, before things got out of hand. But.... my desert, as my creations called it. It wasn't finished.

Torn, I rushed to finish the sandy wastes, leaving my fingerprint on the cold, southern reaches. The Other was in no better shape than I.