Once upon a time, there were no stories; then all the birds fell out of the sky. And fire spoke. And cracked feet opened. Pavements were littered with pages and pages that came together and made houses of air.
Once upon a time, there were no stories; then a man lost all 5 fingers to a pile of sand and stones could talk. There were no stories when birds flew, when hands held all their digits, there were no stories when the grass grew and the trees were tall and the rain fell and fell and fell and god’s rainbow was always at its end.
Once upon a time, there were no stories; then a baby disappeared into the ground. And rustling leaves told rumors about a past they knew nothing about. And clouds foretold futures they would not live to see. And every step sounded like the cry of children trapped beneath the soil.
There were no stories, once upon a time, before god slipped and dropped the world and it shattered. shattered into music wailing, into the breaking of whispers, sliced caves where tongues like snakes appeared.
Once upon a time, there were no stories, till a woman lay down and would not get up. And the first one was told.