When the world was young and still barren, Arbora alone walked across it. She wandered the dry expanse, reveling in the earth beneath her and the heavens above her. From afar, they watched her with joy, though she did not know they were there, and earth guided her steps across his lands.
One day, light fell upon the earth, for the sun had taken his place in the sky. His glory awed Arbora, and she turned her face to him, stretching her arms to the heavens where he sat and crying out her adoration.
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~ R. E. Rule