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Creation blooms into being. Suns dance in the cosmos, nutrient rich muck laps at the shores of a world of bones and dirt. A glowing cube sits in the center of a vast flat field of pixelated green. The first mortals fly about, watching and noting and remembering these early moments of creation, and slowly but surely their numbers grow as they eke out their simple primitive lives in this nascent world, gathering fish from the mud and drinking the divine rain when it comes.
