From Chaos begat Ouranos, the sky that breathed across the water, and Gaea, the water flowing beneath the sky. For an epoch, this is all that was. “Hey, baby,” said Ouranos.

Gaea was quiet.

“How you doing, girl?”

Gaea tried to flow nonchalantly, but there wasn’t a moon yet, and it was kind of hard without a tide. “What do you want, Ouranos?”

“Jus’ wanna get to know you, baby. Let’s talk.”

“What’s there to talk about? It’s not anything happens around here.”

“So let’s make something happen, girl.”

“Really?”

“Oh, yeah, girl, I’m ready.”

“I mean, really? That’s your line?”

“What’s the problem, girl? You don’t like what you see?”

“What, the infinite horizon? The pale blue? They’re nice, sure, but-”

“Then what’s wrong, girl? Let’s mix up a storm.”

“Do remember the beginning of the epoch? Both of us begat by Chaos? We’re practically siblings. And frankly, you’re coming off like an asshole.”

“Hey, girl, I’m sorry, okay? No big. Let’s just hang out for a while, forget about this little thing, yeah?”

“Okay, fine.”

The wind blew over the water for a while.

“Am I wrong, or does having me on top of you make you wet?”