I want to hear about the white and black dragons mama.

No, not tonight my tulip.

You always say not tonight. Don’t say no tonight.

What about the silver knights of Moonhollow?

No no.

Ah no, not the knights? What about the epic tales of Mr. Mouse? She held up a ratty stuffed animal.

No no no! The dragons mama!

My daisy, do you not tire?

Dragons!

Oh all right, my dandi-dragon! Dragons, it is, for my little firebreather. She lays next to her young daughter in a pile of pillows and warm blankets. Both their faces lit by a soft candlelight. Steam rises from cooling tea on the bedside table. She runs her hand through her daughter's hair and starts in a soothing voice.


In the beginning all was neither dark nor light. The absence of anything living or nonliving. The absence of absence.

Then! A mighty roar erupted! It was a sound that entered the world first. It shook what could not be shaken. It raced through infinity. The roar bounced and collided and collapsed in on itself until it took shape.

Of sound, two mighty spirits were born. One was the color of a thousand roaring white stars, so brilliant it filled the universe with light. The other was the color of the deepest, blackest depths of the roaring sea, so swallowing it filled the universe with shadows. Each bore wings that filled the sky. Each had eyes like suns. They were dragons. And together they were the universe…