The Beginning
(So I haven’t gotten very far yet but I feel like sharing what I’ve got)
It began, more or less, when a very young angel called Jewels refused to be edited. Not again.
“Do I have to?” Jewels said, as he looked at the Almighty’s metaphorical potter’s wheel, not wanting to step onto it again.
The Almighty, as was Xir wont, made Xir reply known in a manner which was clear and definite, but which was, being ineffable, not easily put into words. However, in this case, the most basic and accurate translation was probably Yes.
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