Long, long ago, the gods were busily creating the universe. Caniol and Adiepha, husband and wife, toiled over a secret idea. They hid it from all, and they worked on it only when the other gods were sleeping deeply, wearied by the day's difficult work. This secret idea was a world - full of life! The two gods created this wondrous orb of brilliant white, but they could not decide what to do then. What features should this world have, and what creatures should people it? Should they go to another for ideas?

Adiepha was firmly against outside aid. It is ours and ours it shall remain. None shall take it from us!

Caniol protested, But, my wife, you know we cannot think of what to do. Let us ask these others for aid.

They could not agree. While they argued, they hid the orb under a black cloth. This covering served to conceal it from all in times of work, and Caniol and Adiepha argued long and hard. The orb remained hidden.

Caniol and Adiepha told no one, not even their own son, Pectem. Pectem was young, and thought that he was among the greatest of all the gods, though he could do little, much less than the other, older gods could. He was too young to know, they agreed. Far too young.

Late one night, Pectem heard a soft, strident voice, followed by a second. His parents? But why were they awake so late, and arguing at that? Pectem crept to their door to listen, burning with curiosity. And so he heard as his parents argued, about this secret thing that must be hidden. Caniol and Adiepha argued on into the night, and when their voices ceased long after, Pectem was newly determined. He would find this secret, hidden thing, and take it away, and put life on it himself, returning it before his parents noticed its absence. Now he would prove to everyone that he was indeed ready to work with the older gods!

But Pectem could not know what fate had in store for him and his rash act.

At the next light, after his parents had left to do their godly work, Pectem began to search for the secret, hidden thing. He found it quickly, as Caniol and Adiepha had been too distracted the night before to hide it well. Pectem pulled the cloth off, and knelt to lift it, but could not. He tried again, and failed.

He should have stopped then.

He tried again. One last time, he promised himself, and indeed, it would be his last. Pectem stood, and planted his feet, and wrapped his arms around the orb. He heaved, and it lifted, but not enough. The orb fell from his grasp, and he fell with it, over it, onto it. And as he fell, he became somehow smaller, until he was only half the size of the orb itself. Pectem fell at such a great speed that, when he struck the orb, the orb's surface sank in where he fell upon it.

Pectem's fall may have been the greatest one of all, but it was his fall from grace. His life blood stained the brilliant white orb a dull red-brown, as his life bled away with it.

Caniol and Adiepha returned later than usual that day, having struggled as hard as any with that day's work. As they entered the room, Adiepha gasped suddenly, and pointed. Their brilliant orb! It had been found! But who had discovered it?

They knew then what had happened. Adiepha gave a wild sob of grief and fell to he knees, embracing the orb and her son's buried body. Her tears fell upon the orb, and pooled there, forming lakes, seas, and rivers. The press of her arms made mountains and valleys. Caniol's own grief was violent, and a bolt of lightening enraged the new sea and sent it churning, and life began in that instant, in the cradle of the greatest fall from grace.