There... in the darkness...
  a flash of light, brilliantly blinding
roseate, crimson, silver, white!
                              !!!
                               !
Like a thousand stars, a million moons, a hundred suns
impossibly Bright.

the Celestial Host cries out in Wonder and Dismay
for surely...
surely her Brilliance doth outshine even Them...
her Purity,
    perhaps even rivals the Divine - does rival! -

Spontaneously, 
--- a myriad of voices, tongues, languages
rise up in Adoration, a
song of Reverence, praising the Brilliance...
praising the Light...
praising the Purity...
(a melody of Hope and Love and Honour)
     (a harmony of Envy - and darker undertones -
      )

a single note...
deep - sonorous - commanding
"Be born. Be."

Reality coalesces around her...
A torrential downpour, a melancholic cascade of Flesh and Blood and Bone...
Purity captured and confined
...distilled...

the song fades.

now a hundred voices, now a score....
now a dozen...

...

now one.

no one.

               Silence.

giving life, she has become creation herself.
though
   the chains of Flesh and
               manacles of Bone
                                      have bound her
imprisoned, a soul within, a body without.
blood.... draughts of Earthly poison coursing through Her.

...jailorandcaptiveboth, 
   ...wardenwardandinquisitor.

She cries out "I was pure. I was whole. I was free.
      why... *doubt               - questioning*
    why... *fear - hate           -              pain*
  WHY.... *heartrending anguish   - to shake the stars from the firmament*
Why have you bound me? *blackness - despair*

"As the pot must be fired and
 the blade must be tempered,
 so too must you be
 tested, tried, tortured...

Before you are of any use."

 -

She 
  looked
     DOWN
                             and
saw Herself.

a boy.
  a man.
   Male.

She silently screamed.
And he...?
He ...   

         ?

... lived.