Before life even had a chance to begin, there was always Desect, the all-encompassing being who, from his corpse, everything would be borne. Before the his dismemberment however, there were no valleys or mountains: Desect was smooth and unblemished. There were also no rivers and lakes: Desect was whole and complete. There were no animals or plants either; the only thing seperate and different from Desect was the little Astran, the negative voice present in everything’s thoughts.

Desect looked down upon himself, and Astran began to whisper her slick words to him, pointing out how flat he was. Desect heard this and said nothing, for he didn’t know why he should be concerned about his appearance.

Desect stared up at the sky, and Astran once again began to strike him with her words, mocking that he should fill it with his tears. Desect heard this and said nothing, for he didn’t know why he should cry when he has no emotions.

Desect closed his eyes to looked inward, and Astran began to mumble to him with her belittling tone, asking why he was being so stoic. Desect heard this and answered, for she had finally asked him a question. He answered that he just was, for he had no values.

The frusterated Astran heard this, and in a bid to finally demoralize him, she tossed away her sly words in favor of showing him a dream.

Desect saw his blank body and imagined those all beautiful things, and with his eyes opened to the ideal compared to the ugly, wept. He would never be those things, and as the sky became dotted with his tears and in a fit of despair, he tore off his limbs.

As his limbs split apart into the five continents, he died, decaying, and what was once featureless became mountains made of bone and valleys made from flesh. His blood poured into the corners and cervices of the world, creating the five oceans. In the same manner of maggots appearing upon dead flesh, various animals and plants dug their way out of his body, flourishing.