The Lif of the Easter Bunny- Prologue

Hi, guys! Just to remind you that I am republishing the prologue to my tale just in case you haven't read it before I pulled it off my other blog, Aeolia Tales, because of that blog's unoriginal name. Like, subscribe, but please do not share!

Prologue

In the beginning, there was nothing. Just a golden abyss, clean and bright. It was a dense abyss, so dense in fact that it was tangible. It did not move, as swirling abysses do, but lay there, motionless and silent. A great void is inconsequential when compared to the massive firmament of outer existence, with it's grey and purple hues.

Such a void should not be able to exist, but it does. Confusing, that much is certain, but perhaps most noticeable is that perhaps nothing is certain in existence. My young friend, what do you understand about existence? How it began? Whether it is? What it means to be?

But let's not bog the tale down with an existential discussion, for, behold, Nalsa the great lioness comes, she Who is the only lioness in the world who can stand on on her hind legs or on all fours as the situation calls for it. Her great belly is swollen beyond prospect of belief, the child lain within her more bizarre than can ever be conceived. After this is done, nothing will be equal to it. Not even Prometheus or Loki, Vani Fucci or Ugolino de Gheradvesca. Beside her, her little dicky bird, Walrence, the only bird who can breathe in the void.

The great lioness paused. "We will rest here for a moment," said she, and the bird stopped, "for here is an ample spot to give rise to my new world." Walrence tweeted, "It is within thee, is it not?" "Yea," replied the lioness, "right within my belly. Soon it will come into existence, and I shall protect it. Indeed, it will not have a conventional structure for a universe. I have conceived its very design myself, at any rate, planned it out meticulously, and am ready to be its mother." Walrence was baffled by her words, until he realised that she had grown bigger, for she now towered over him: indeed, had there been sun, it would have been blocked out by her.

As her stretched-out front leg expanded, the dicky bird displayed great concern for his mistress, who was laughing happily, for it tickled within her, and happily sighing something that might have been "Then, why am I?" But when she laughed, it was almost like sadness. That belly of hers opened, and outwards emerged a tree, big and beautiful, and as it lifted off her and grew, the abyss grew darker. More and more shiny orbs were appearing on its branches, for they are the worlds that form the multiverse of existence.

When the deed was done, Nalsa stood on her hind legs, and swished her tail. "My child," she said, for the World Oak was her child, which she had borne all this time. Walrence crumbled into dust before her, for she had created him out of need for someone to talk to until the multiverse was created, and now it existed, she no longer needed him.

That is the tale of the creation of existence, and, even after that, a couple of centuries later, in the days when dogs were domesticated to hunt, even before the dwarves and the giants departed our realm Muttongard due to rapidly expanding human population, holidays would start.