She peers out from inside the mountain. The mountain is new, created by volcanoes and the hot lava of a newly forming planet, but our Undergod doesn’t care. She and the mountain are one, and if part of her has joined the hot, then cooling lava, silt, and gravel on its way to the ocean, it’s a journey that intrigues her. It’s a kind of travel after all. She is spreading. She is considering becoming the ocean floor when her mountain is finally worn completely away. Wider, looser, a bit more ebbing and flowing as she feels the weight of all that water overhead, and above the water–sky. And something else, someone else, up there in the sky? A companion perhaps? She feels a heat return.
Is this creation or just fantasy? Surely you have your own creation myth. This is why we write, after all.