The young Goddess looked at her empty universe, a blank canvas before her.
Energy gathered at her fingertips and she began her dance.
Slowly she started, her outstretched arms painting distant galaxies in the black sky, her twisting steps creating fertile land under her feet.
Her movements intensified, kicks flinging comets into the sky, splayed fingers birthing supernovae in the distance.
She spun and leaped, planets and stars flying from her form.
Her celestial dance finished in a crouch, hands cupped to her heart. She gently moved them to the ground, putting the humans she created on their new world.