I was whole once. A part of something greater.
I do not remember a beginning, for I was always there—strong, sturdy, warm. Bound to faith, devotion, and love. I was safe, tucked within the one whom God Himself shaped from the dust of the earth. I knew nothing of separation, of longing, of solitude. I existed within the very first man shaped by the hand of God, and in him. I was held, cherished, complete.
Within him—Adam, first of mankind—I witnessed the perfect design of our Creator. When the Lord formed Adam from the earth's clay and breathed life into his nostrils, He bestowed upon him a single, profound gift: the power to sense and maintain the harmony of Eden. This one ability—this Geomantic magic—flowed through Adam like the rivers of Paradise, pure and undiluted. The very soil sang to him, every grain of earth an extension of his being. He needed nothing more, for he was created perfect for his divine purpose—to tend and keep the Garden.
Unlike the fractured powers that would come in later generations, Adam's single gift was complete in itself. The Lord, in His infinite wisdom, knew that man's mind was designed for focus, for singular purpose. In Adam's contentment with this one ability lay the blueprint for all men who would follow—those who would find strength in specialization rather than plurality of power.
But even though our Lord created the perfect being in Adam and placed him in the most perfect of places to be His steward, surrounded by the love of creation and the love of God Himself, Adam was still lonely. In this perfect paradise, where no sorrow had yet been known, Adam felt the first stirring of need. And so, loneliness came into being, and the Lord listened to Adam's prayers and felt his solitude. He answered Adam by placing him in a deep slumber. And then the place I knew, the place I came into existence was no longer and there was darkness.
There was no pain, no fear. Only darkness—not an empty abyss, but a space filled with purpose. I did not fear the darkness when it came. How could I, when it pulsed with the most wondrous sound - the secret rhythm of creation itself? The voice of the Divine whispered across my formless being, shaping me, molding me. I was being made for something greater than I had ever been.
For even as I was torn from him, I was being knit back together. Fashioned anew.
The melody of making rang through the void, and I understood - I was becoming. I would soon have a name, a form, a purpose all my own. No longer just a rib, but a woman. The man from whom I was plucked would call me Eve.And I would be his helpmate, his equal, his other half.
Adam's Eve.
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