The Myth of Pangu

A spark bursts forth, primordial and burning, cleaving the original shadow. The vault rounds like a sphere in gestation, cradling within it the breath of beginnings. Flames rise, springing from the heart of the cosmic egg, tearing through the reddened night with a new brilliance. Space unfolds, vast and immense, welcoming the promise of worlds. Each fragment scattered becomes a root, each spark a seed of life ready to bloom. This is the myth of Pangu, the separation of heaven and earth, the first moment when the universe takes form. In this molten genesis, light and matter unite in a creative dance. Everything breathes with the force of an original breath, carrying infinity at the heart of chaos. Yet does Pangu’s breath give birth to an outer cosmos, or does it unveil the universe already asleep within us?