Before Man shaped mud in his own image, before any creatures burrowed, crawled, or flew, before demon or spirit struck mischief in the world, there was bone, and there was wind, and there was water. And they did not speak to one another, for what purpose was there in that?
That is where the story began. In the not-speaking, in the not-touching. In the emptiness between.
That is where the story always begins. When the pieces touch, and the speaking begins.