The world he had made was beautiful. Seas crashed on the shore, and the breeze carried the salt up. Riverbeds glistened with gold. The land stood littered with beautiful rocks, scarlet, and turquoise, and celadon. The heavens splendor was rivaled by a single planet. No place was as filled with glories as this. Yet the planet was empty. God felt the void, even in his slumber, and he filled it. God dreamt life.