Yaldabaoth watched Monad singing in a field of flowers, while he sat with his legs crossed and eating an apple.
Monad seemed to like flowers so far. He picked some of them and placed them in his hair into a crown. And this inspired Yaldabaoth to make crowns a symbol of absolute honor beyond all else.
Because that was what he was to him.
The Pure One suddenly stopped, turning to Yaldabaoth with those beautiful eyes. His eyes were purple, which he had also chosen to be the symbol of regalness and royalty. His hair was white, which had become the symbol of purity. Everything about him becomes a symbol of perfection, of absolute grace and beauty.
The world's best and most beautiful things were fashioned from his image. He was his Muse.
"How can you just sit there and observe? Do you not want to bask in the glory of your creations?" He asked, moving closer.
