There existing in the nexus of countless budding worlds, a lonesome flower blossomed past the countless stars. Nestled between the Heavens and Earth, gathering the essence of the sun and moon. Bathed from the celestial lights of ten thousand immortal kings, and guarded by the dauntless eyes of ten thousand Gods.
A red lotus unknotted, it's wings falling gently as if afraid to startle awake the tan skinned baby. It's slight breaths devoured the energy of Heaven within a thousand kilometers, and it's eyes radiated a solar complexion. The baby began to cry, it's voice provoking the nearby flowers to flourish, and the clouds to be sundered.
Beyond all, below none. Summoned through some divine will, a child that possessed an inmate supremacy.
With it's sigh the Heavens were swept away, and the infinite cosmos displayed their allure. The sweeping constellation's danced, and the gluttonous nebulas dashed in radiant starlight sweeping it's hair.
Within the inky nihility, a boil blistered upon the endless chaos, it grew with the dimensions of Heaven and Earth, and exploded. Hundreds of twilight tears sank through the dense realm of Heaven. Piercing past the Immortal kings, and the dug into the child's head.
The flower of golden hair sparkled in an abyssal obsidian, that devoured all the light surrounding it. Blackened veins grew around it's forehead, stretching like countless barren branches to his neck, it begged for the childs blood. The child began to cry, and the coils of lightning struck the earth in countless blistering flashes. Peals of Thunder hung like a beast dawning the world in a terrible fright. It's tears stroked the sky into a grey frontier, and sheets of rain poured down.
The loud voice of the child, gradually turned lower than a humble murmur. The child's once heavy arms and legs, now turned thin and an unwelcome chill now struck it's bones sending it into a shiver.
The baby suddenly opened it's eyes, and a frightening raven black beam of light shot from it's eyes, dying the lands of Immortals in red, and the peach trees of Heaven were set ablaze.
A low rumble hung from the sky, as ten thousand bolts of lightning packed the skyline. Yet a dash of radiant cosmic rain dissipated the chaotic lightning.
The child was touched by the river of stars, and it's forehead began to twist as a faint grey bulb broke. The light of the null of existence began to peel the drop from the child, but it's veined body clung tightly to the body of the child. Without any choice the light began to twist, it compacted into a twisting fog that enveloped the drop of nightmare.
The child began to quieten as the infinite pain that soured it's awakening soon was quelled, and replaced by a comforting warmth. It's lips now dry and cracked, and only a weak murmur escaped it's mouth. It struggled with each breath.
The rain dissipated, and the clouds spilled to the edges of paradise, revealing a dimly set red sun, with the only radiance travelled across the infinities of the ten thousand realms, bathing the child.
As if guided by this strange divinity, an old couple, wrapped in wrinkled, and covered in rags, struggled up to the peak of the hill where the baby was sleeping softly.
They gazed at the child, and felt their minds numb. The sudden transformation of rain and thunder, and the disquieting appearece of a baby made their fingers tremble.
They neared the baby, their feet softly edging forward.
They gazed between one another, and softly leaned into the baby. They felt it's thinly rough breath, and the dumb beat of it's heart, their faces twisted. They hurriedly fell of the hill, and sprinted forwards carried by the winds of some eastern paradise.