The Dancer and Creation

In the beginning there was sky, no clouds, no wind, no stars and no planets, just an endless stretch of the great blue beyond. Then appeared the dancer, from where, no one knows for sure, maybe she came from the halls of the immortals that lay to the east or maybe she came from the plains of the undead to the west of the sky, no one knows for sure but the important thing is that she appeared. Clad in nothing but a wisp of condensation, her own cloud cover, she proceeded to dance across the sky. A boom from the heavens and thunder and lightning and celestial music sounded across the blue.
A bow to the north, to the south and then the east and the west, then arms raised upwards, her head bowed, hair damp and covering her face, she stood. Stood, slowly raising herself on to her toes, pivoting, she turned, a slow circle. Now with the rising sun behind her, she proceeded, slow, sinuous to the music, a crouch, leap and pirouette. Ripples formed where her toes touched the sky, they spread and merged, peaks and troughs, light glittering over the irregularities in the normally smooth surface of the empty blue.
Dancing faster, now, beads of sweat appeared on her brow, a flick of her head and a quick twist, the beads, travelled down the length of her hair and flew. Where they hit the sky, they created ripples of their own, these suspended drops hung in nothing then began to grow, they grew into vast bodies of salty water and so were born the oceans. Now the sky was divided, the blue on top and a great expanse of ocean reflecting the calm of the skies above.
Still she continued to dance, skipping lightly off the water and the sky, suspended in between, the sun now overhead, illuminated her in a halo of yellow and red and green. A leap backwards, she flew, circumscribing an arc around the ocean, the colours followed forming a trail in her wake and so she was the first rainbow.
Faster than ever now, spinning and writhing, the could that covered her now turned an ominous black and as they clashed and crashed, they began to rain, they started off with a drizzle then proceeded to pour over the surface of the ocean. A storm whipped across the surface of the water, the wind raged and howled, as she danced. Angry now, her brow furrowed as she looked across time into the future into the time of man, when her creation would wage war against itself.
She saw the blood and the tears, she felt the pain and she heard the cries for help, she continued dancing. But she wept, tears streaming across her face, falling through the sky to the surface of her ocean.
She could feel the smoke and soot of the fires clinging to her skin, she couldn’t breathe, she couldn’t move, she had to break out of it. Running a hand across her face, across her body, she collected the soot that had accumulated on her into the palm of her hand. Still dancing, she opened her palm and blew. The soot carried through the sky and landed on the surface of the ocean where it sprouted land.
She still felt unclean and impure, the actions of her creations had sunk under her skin, so again, she ran her hand over her skin, this time collecting the soft hair that grew on her skin, she sprinkled this on the land where it gave rise to the trees and herbs and shrub and the creepers that would wind their way through the forests. It was still there, she couldn’t rid herself of it.
Again, she ran her hand over her body, this time, she peeled off her skin and flung that on the land and into the sea where it gave birth to animals and fish that would inhabit them. She continued to dance across the skies, the sun travelled over her head and the earth and the oceans passed under her, she danced, all muscle and bone and life.
It wouldn’t leave her, the agony and the hate still haunted her, so of what was left, she scattered herself over the surface of the earth again. From her bones rose man, from her muscle, he fashioned his environment and of her blood, he nourished himself, of her organs he built his tools and of her brain he taught himself to survive.
And thus was the world created and thus we were born of the remains of the cosmic dancer, our mother and our first meal. She died of our sins and she died so we could be born. She died from acts we did not commit but now are bound to.
And this is my story of creation.