In the time before the universe, there was naught but a lone hawk. The Hawk always was, thus predating any other form, idea, or object than has ever been. There is no potential way to identify any definite point at which even the concept of nothingness. came to be. One might think, “But of course time must have had a defined starting point, otherwise how would one classify that which came before all that came before itself?” The fact of the matter is, The Hawk came before itself, yet was also that which came before itself. As this assertion has been told to us by The Hawk, it is undoubtedly true, and one can only ascertain that time can not be in any way linear. Time, a tool that we employ to bring order and comprehend the indefinite progress of all that which has been, is by nature unconditionally chaotic. When viewed through the microscopic lens of recorded and theorized history, it may seem to have followed through from beginning to the present, but through this lens we fail to see that the beginning of anything is The Hawk and the beginning of The Hawk is The Hawk’s creator. You may be asking, “Who created The Hawk?” But believe me, you don’t want to know.

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Anyways, The Hawk was a beautiful rǚnga colored hawk who knew of nothing except for himself, for there was nothing else to know of. Non-existent thoughts failed to conflict within the non-existent mind of The Hawk, spurring his desire to fill the void with the means to learn. And thus, The Hawk created. He created a wonderful ball full of nothing and made of nothing, but for The Hawk, this was something in itself. He let out a deafening screech and the ball combusted, creating the event known as “The Big Bang”. To be honest, this “Big Bang” was actually relatively diminutive in comparison to the unfathomable greatness of The Hawk, but scientists probably just wanted it to sound cool. The Hawk’s celestial eyes were given new purpose as light filled the universal expanse of nothing, stretching from left infinity, to right infinity, to forward infinity, and basically every other infinity except for north north east infinity for quite apparent reasons. Light refused to be purposeless, and rather than illuminate the vast quantities of nothing in the galaxy, through sheer force of love or something willed stars into existence. A single tear rolled down The Hawk’s beak as he was bathed in the unequaled splendor of stuff that wasn’t nothing. Through the sole use of language, it would be impossible to convey the true beauty and intricate nature of light’s creation, so i’m not even going to try.

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The divine balls of light radiated power across the endless void, and thus intimidated all of nothingness into not being itself. And so, planets were borne from the vacuum to compensate for at least some of the nihility that pervaded the void. The Hawk gazed with his hallowed eyes upon the not-quite-as-impressive planets, and considered the endless possibilities of creation. The bang would provide an impetus for boundless creation from the sacred talons of The Hawk. Curiosity pervaded the indomitable consciousness of The Hawk and drove him to test his newfound powers; And so began the story of the creation of Earth...

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