There was nothing…
No sky, no land, no day, nor night.
A heavy silence filled Ginnungagap.
Fire crept from the South, panting, glowing.
From the North came frost, silent, deadly.
Their breaths touched; Mist was born.
Out of vapours, a body ascended.
Neither Audhumla nor Surtr, though, was a presence that preceded meaning.
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