An old draft of a project I am beginning to overhaul.

Card One: The First Breath 

Kirtu spoke and the long night came alight with his voice and vision.   His words drew Kur-Dumu into being and endowed his endless potency with movement and shape.  Kirtu spoke and spindles of light encircled a vast unknowable distance, the spindles forming themselves into hardened shapes fine as hair and complex beyond comprehension.  Within this dome Kirtu hung shapes of varied size and matter, speaking into some…