The sands of time swirl together, and are blown apart. Universes are formed during the collisions of the tiny particles, and two forms watch over them. One walks forward and collects the new universes, and places them near the older ones.
The figure was what a certain planet in a small galaxy would call feminine, with skin as pale as clouds and hair the colors of the sunset, and eyes like wisps of a cool summers breeze. The second figure was what the planet would call masculine, with skin like the pale moonlight and hair as black as onyx, and eyes like the night sky.
They looked at each other, and the woman whispered "Aren't are creations wonderful? They are so full of life and wonder!"
and he replied with "Yes, but they are full of hate and neglect as well, my dear. The use unnecessary violence and warfare to get what they want."