Impulse
Vinalore spun beneath it, an opalescent droplet of water and green earth. Life had touched this place a long time ago. It knew Life well as one should know their sisterbrother, knew instinct and nature, and kept Life’s decisions in check. It was made of these things, decisions especially- spun from the fabric of desire and tempered by caution. It turned wanting into doing and seeing into screaming. It was Impulse, and it saw Vinalore spinning beneath it.
It saw Vinalore and it decided it wanted to be there, so it acted on itself and was there. As it fell, It wanted to look, and so it Looked. It saw the touch of life and the touch of fire. The fire burned bright in three tall towers. It called on its siblings and invoked their words of power, and said fire be still. Then the fire decided it was better to be still.
It saw the touch of life and the touch of water. A long and raging river blocked its path. It asked the river, why this way, and not another way? Why flow down? The river thought and then wanted, and was then weak to Impulse and decided. Then the river flowed up the mountain and towards the sky.
It crossed the dry river bank and saw a boy. The boy was touched by fear and sadness, and wanted revenge. The boy wanted revenge, and it made wanting into doing. The boy saw the river flowing upwards. It turned seeing into screaming.
It saw a city and decided. The city was tall and columnous and made of all white marblerock. It spoke the names of its siblings. Suddenly the city was tall and column-less and made all of white marblerock. It thought that suited the city better, and wanted to leave now. Its work was done. It left and went.
It saw a mountain filled with power. It saw a long and dark sleep, and decided. It sank down into the dark rock and the hot rock and the molten rock and slept. The mountain was quiet. It was quiet in the outside. It did not want to be quiet on the inside. It decided, and so it began to dream.
In its dreams it saw itself in the minds of mortal men, and decided.