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In primeval silence, before the voice of any word,
In the hollow hush where destinies yet unborn lay curled,
There stirred a faint tremor, a quiver through timeless night—
A secret seed of being, awaiting its moment of might.
No wind yet moved across the void, no echo of distant call,
No pulse save the whole of darkness that loomed over all.

From within that deep, inscrutable womb of endless black,
A whisper unfurled like a ribbon of dawn, pushing back
The curtain of emptiness. It was the first breath, the spark—
An ember kindled from nothing, to banish the shapeless dark.
Its radiance, at first but a fragile filament of glow,
Uncoiled into brilliance no mortal sight could ever know.

Behold the genesis of all that would ever come to be:
Stirring in the cosmic cradle, the stars rose wild and free.
They ignited in swift cascades of dazzling birth and bloom,
Songs of flame and fusion, evolving beyond the gloom.
Great furnaces of creation, where elements found their art—
Forges of gold and carbon, seeds of mind and beating heart.

Galaxies unfurled like banners, their spirals of silver grace,
Constellations danced in rhythm across the boundless space.
Each star a note in a grand, celestial symphony of light,
Each cluster a chorus chanting the end of eternal night.
And in their shining eyes was etched a future rich and bold—
A tapestry of moments that stories yet untold would hold.

Then from these cosmic fires, a promise began to arise:
Not just the radiance of suns, but the dawning of new eyes.
Worlds took shape in orbit, cradling oceans, fields, and sky,
In subtle realms where sentient wonders would multiply.
Through eons of gentle patience and storms of astral change,
Life awakened like a secret—a miracle rich and strange.

So came the new age’s herald, bearing wisdom still unformed,
A future uncharted, like blossoms that storms had not yet stormed.
Civilizations would kindle in the footprints of the stars,
Their myths and dreams reflections of those cosmic avatars.
From void into vision, from silence into song’s embrace,
The turning of the ages crowned creation’s endless grace.

Now let the chorus resound across millennia untold:
The saga of beginnings, where destiny first took hold.
In whispers of distant galaxies, in sunbeams warm and bright,
Hear the genesis echo onward through infinite day and night.
For as long as there is darkness, and sparks that leap to gleam,
The birth of a new age lives forever in that first shining beam.

And God said, Let there be light: and there was light. And God saw the light, that it was good: and God divided the light from the darkness. And God called the light Day, and the darkness he called Night. And the evening and the morning were the first day."

Genesis 1:3-5 (KJV)