Near the beginning, demons were here roaming and romping.
Then, slowly over time, the squishy things came flipping and flopping. Gathering and growing they chased the demons deep into the night.
Next, the dishonest Zurvan, ever present, he who had first agitated all still life said forcefully to the usurpers, “See how it all moves forward like a river? You cannot stop it, change it, or even understand it.”
And then, spitefully, the smallest bits, those sub-subatomic fairies who are least bound by Zurvan’s illusions, ever present, giggled from many places at once.
Their ricocheted mirth, a challenge to his false grip, insinuated all and everything, hiding clues for the tinkering humans who would follow long after the newly growing flipping flopping squishy ones began spreading over the Earth.