…and so, in the time before time the enormous serpent coiled in the nourishing darkness. But this eternal state was not its sole destiny. Something drew it forwards, backwards, up, down, across – a writhing, elastic, seemingly directionless journey. At some point in this infinity it approached its element’s wound ___
A gash of light.
The serpent writhed – – – – – it entered this new, starstruck domain with the shedding intention of raising all prospective sapient beings’ consciousness – but it would take real time for certain lifeforms to acknowledge its salient tale.