First Light
The first thing Adam ever did was breathe.
Before that, and there was a "before that," though Adam would never quite remember it, there was warm dust, and a Hand, and a voice he would later understand was the voice that named the stars.
The Hand worked the dust into shape. Patient. Careful. The way you'd shape a thing you loved. And when the shape was finished, the voice leaned close, close enough to feel, and put its breath inside.
Adam's eyes opened. The first thing he saw was light. The second thing he saw was the One who had made him, smiling.
"Good morning," the voice said. And Adam, who had never spoken before, knew exactly what it meant.
— end of chapter one —
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