Light and shadow – both were always part of the design. Balance, that was the key.
Cold and stark, I sang the night across the vast expanse of sky. Light followed, dripping from my fingertips to Varda’s, then exploding outward in patterns and constellations.
Again - warm and hot, I molded light in the hollow of my hands, then wrapped it in darkness to sleep like a seed. Nurtured in dreamtime, they floated drowsily in the thought of what they would become.
Light and dark touched all they were to be as they waited for my call, sleeping under the stars.
all of Arda belongs to the Professor. I am simply a traveller.