In the beginning there was nothing, nothing but the silence of infinite darkness. The breath of the Creator flooded against the face of the void whispering "Let there be light" and light was, and it was good. The first day.
And then the formless light began to take on substance and shape, the second day.
And the whole world was born, our beautiful, fragile home. And a great warming light nurtured its days, and a lesser light ruled the nights, and there was evening and morning, another day.
And the waters of the world gathered together, and in their midst emerged dry land. Another day passed.
In the ground [...] growing things. A thick blanket of green stretching across all creation. And the waters too, [...] with life, great creatures of the deep that are no more, fast multitudes of fish, some of which may still swim beneath these seas, in sum, the sky was [...] with birds, and there was evening, and there was morning, a fifth day.
Now the whole world was full of living beings, everything that creeps, everything that crawls, and every beast that walks upon the ground, and it was good, it was all good. Those ..., and air, and water, and soil, all clean and unspoiled. The plants and fish, the [...] beast, each after their own kind, all part of the greater whole, all in their place, and all was in balance, it was paradise, the jewel in the creators' plan.
And the creator made man, and by his side woman, father and mother of us all. He gave them a choice. Follow the temptation of darkness or hold on to the blessing of light.
They ate from the forbidden fruit. Their innocence was extinguished. So for the ten generations since Adam, sin has walked within us. Brother against brother, nation against nation, man against creation. We murdered each other. We broke the world. We did this. Man did this. Everything that was beautiful, everything that was good, we shattered. Now it begins again.
(C) 2013 Protozoa Pictures