The Dance of Light
The tremor settles on the Atum World, this time. This is the Galaxy where the strain of earthbound humanity will emerge, its destiny mysteriously linked to one of the gods of the hidden core, Amun. The singularity there will arise as an eddy in the 
core where magma churned in opal torrents pivots the far-swirling carousel of two billion glittering stars.
To the gaze of ancient seers, the Galaxy appears like a medusa, one immense jellyfish in a vast flotilla drifting through the sea of night. The medusa navigates by a slow pulsating motion. From its domed central mass of encasing gel, a cluster of tentacles uncoils and dangles out and away, trailed 
across immense reaches of space and time. Captured in the tentacles are the seeds of worlds the medusa will sustain as it swims beneath the placid dome of Eternity. Absorbed in Lila, the medusa composes its tentacles by the slow spin of a divining dance. The massive glittering strands as they are rotated become aligned and gather on a plane. The turning, churning movement of the core wraps them into a set of spiral arms, the four limbs of the Atum World. The medusa dome becomes the central bulge, its width one-tenth the span of the surrounding limbs.
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