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Over the millennia, timeless energies gained substance and began to weave itself into the fabric of what would one day spell life.
Out of this fabric, a thread, an insignificant piece of power disentangled itself and alone gained consciousness.
Wandering around what has now become a star; the now-conscious Logos took it upon himself to create life. For days he shaped what would become the world Carnac with the tallest mountains, the deepest valleys and the bluest skies. For 49 days his conjured water carved the rocks, flooded the valleys and created the ocean. Soon the world was a splendid blue, like a turquoise jewel hanging in the dismal color of space. However, there must be those who can experience the splendors of the rivers, oceans and lakes. The rocks and mountains as Logos had learned were lifeless.
Taking the remaining energies from the clay he used to fashion the mountains, he created life. The creation of fishes to swim in the water he loved so much, and then the trees who would forever favor the presence of its moisture. Next appeared the animals and soaring birds to grace the world. And lastly, men, whom he created in his likeness. They too had the power to mold the world to suit their needs and the first seeds of mankind he had placed near the great rivers. There, they would have all they need to prosper.
For a time all was well. Logos, now a God, was content and all his creations rejoiced and prospered in the land bestowed to them.
It was soon to become undone.
In his haste to create mankind in his own image, a piece of clay left unused. The clay lay forgotten in the darkest valley and there it lay for centuries, waiting for its turn to be molded into something beautiful.
At first it was patient.
"Logos has a special plan for me," it thought to itself. "Maybe he has not yet decided what to mold me into."
However, as with everything with consciousness, its patience waned and it grew bitter. Made of the very fabric of the world and instilled with a mind not so different from Logos himself, the forgotten piece of clay willed itself into existence. Bit by bit it transformed and with each transformation it grew ever more hateful of being forgotten.
By the time Logos recalled the forgotten piece, it was far too late. An entity which named itself Patos had been formed. It rivaled Logos in power but contained none of the compassion, love and the desire to create as its counterpart. Instead it longed to twist what Logos had painstakingly created. As revenge, Patos' first act of power was to instill change, change which Logos from the very beginning hated.
From his act came the four seasons, day and night, life and death. This was not enough for Patos as he wanted Logos to experience the pain and abandonment he felt. Taking a handful of sand, Patos infused within every grain what would be known as the sins of men, filled with sentiments and impulses. Each grain he took and planted into all of mankind; and with that act, men turned away from Logos. They learned
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