Out of the darkness, Chaos wove himself a daughter, and named her Gi, and she was beautiful in his eyes. Gi was not a god, for she was not made of the gods, but of the darkness, and thus she aged. Watching her grow and mature, Chaos feared, and turned on Time, begging him to reverse her growth. But Time would not, for he loved Gi, and saw she wished to continue growing. Angry with her, Chaos pulled away, taking her only friend, Time, and left her alone.
When Gi had lived and aged for the span of five-hundred million years, she found herself lonely, and taking after her father, pulled from the darkness around her and made creatures to keep her company. Small creatures, big creatures, fat creatures, thin creatures, each she made with care. Gi’s creations could not dwell without food and shelter. So Gi grew vegetation across herself for her creatures to eat, and carved deep pools for them to bathe in.
But Gi was still lonely, for her creatures were mute and dumb, only living to eat and sleep. And Gi longed for real company and looked to the gods. But the gods were occupied with other matters, and heeded not her pleas.
Gi was not dissuaded, and resolved to create her own gods to keep her company. And she pulled from the void, and fashioned humans, creating them in the likeness of the gods, and granted them her wisdom, that they might keep her company.
And the gods were angry, and Chaos swore to destroy his creation. But Time begged them to pardon her, promising to adequately punish her for her blasphemy against the gods.
So Time came, and spoke with Gi, who spilled her woes to him. Pitying her, he looked to make her punishment light, and thus taking her humans, her little gods, he cursed them with mortality, that each should age and die. And from then on forth, Gi was never lonely for her beautiful humans, her cursed little mortals, kept her company.