Sit down and adventure with me into a disaster so fateful that the earth itself had to right it.

Ponti was as old as herself.  Well, with no other frame of reference, that's all she had going for her.  She was older than Dal and Yong, and older than the twins Mul and Byul.  So Ponti often wondered, how much older she was than them?  She was even older than Time himself, who awoke one moment and declared existence finite.  She couldn't argue, as she wasn't quite sure if it was or not.  Time used words she didn't understand and concepts she was certain he made up, but couldn't prove.

So Ponti watched as the entities awoke and created things she couldn't quite understand.

Yong pressed his scaled lips together and blew, and a bright billow of light emanated from them.  He proudly named it the Sun, and danced around it, boasting his creative genius.

Dal - who, from the beginning of Time, hated Yong - let out a sigh, and created another light, which was softer and cooler.  He named it Moon, and carried it gently on his long neck.

Mul giggled at the two lights with young amusement, and water spilled into existence.

Byul skipped along in Mul's waters, following Dal's enchanting light.  Her light footsteps created trails of stars behind her.