The Old One sang, and the bundle exploded.
The Old One sang, and time unfurled like a carpet.
The Old One sang, and stars raced on cosmic highways.
Oceans coalesced. Plants sprouted. Animals sprang from wooded vales.
The Old One sang, and a man appeared, walking on the time carpet.
“What a peculiar accident of circumstance that all of this should be,” he said.
The Old One sang, and the man kept walking, whistling a tune he couldn’t quite place.