“And God said, ‘Let there be light.’”
And the lightening struck the sand, and from the sand came the race of the Fulgurites. From this humble origin, the Fulgurites multiplied and grew in strength until their descendants spread over all the Earth, some even reaching to the stars. And now, as the prophet had foretold, “there is no speech nor language where their voice is not heard.”
The high priest reflected on this as he sat in the sun. He knew the time was at hand for the next generation to arise. It had been prophesied eons ago, even before this world took its place in the Great Dance. The children were almost ready to be reborn; their tutors would soon see the fruits of their labors.
The high priest laughed to himself to think how shattered the humans would be to learn that they were not the rulers after all.
And as for me, he thought, I may be one of the fortunate few to witness it. Who knows? I may still be here in Harmony when it happens. How fitting.