here are some very early first drafts of creation myths:
[this is a story that originates along the equator]
Many mothers ago, the world was new.
The mountains had not yet risen up above the metal plates that shift, the islands were not yet floating out by the poles, and the ocean did not pool between the land and the metal.
Once, the world was dark. A serpent uncoiled herself from the machine and she spun her light into the sun, which she placed in the center of the sky. Her sisters used the light from the sun as they worked to create the water and the land, which they built upon the firmament so that there might be life there.
The sun thought their creation beautiful, and moved to see it better. As it approached, the grass and trees upon the ground wilted, and the waters receded. The serpent and her sisters begged the sun to move back into the sky, and the sun did so, reluctantly.
The serpent and her sisters then made the little animals, and the larger animals, and put them in their places on the land and in the trees and the water, and the sun thought that these, too, were beautiful, so the sun again moved to better see the serpents' creations, and again the plants upon the ground wilted and the waters receded and this time the little animals were burned, and the sun wept.
As the serpents escorted the sun back into the sky, the sun begged the serpents to tie the sun to its post, so that it could not hurt the earth it loved in pursuit of seeing its beauty, and the serpents agreed that this was the best way to protect the earth, so they planted their tails into the firmament and held the sun in their outstretched hands so that it could not move from the center of the sky.
[theres another version of this story where the sun is not sentient and she realizes that what she has made it also dangerous and does not stay where it belongs so she and her sisters sacrifice herself to hold the sun in place. there is a third version where the sun is evil or cruel and does these things on purpose.]
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Once we lived on the ring that rotates slowly in the distance. Our land was threatened [by some ancient conflict idk] and our mother rose from the ocean and lifted our land up. She carried us across the ocean, through the floating rivers and she holds us up by poles where we are protected.
[there is a variant of this story where the land was moved and is held up by many fathers. The other pole has a different family of stories but idk what they are yet.]
