Setting down on the small world, the rough-hewn man found Vivian Manifold sitting in a field of flowers, creating butterflies, one after another.
"Good to see you, Viv. What's this place?", Theodor asked.
"Well", said the fair-haired incarnation of Imagination, "as you recall, I was flung into space by that Warmain."
"Yes, after you had hit him with a laser blast, a meringue pie, and a cruise missile. Why the pie?"
"It was poisoned. No matter. It was interesting at first - my first spacewalk! - but as I passed the moon, I grew increasingly bored. So I made some rock, to lie on. Then some spirits of Gravity so I COULD lie."
"You could have made a rocket. Returned home."
"I was distracted. Where was I? Yes, a bit of ocean, for the view, you know, though then I had to make some small suns, to keep it liquid. By then I was getting into it: making a mountain here, a valley there. On the third day, I created life." He scratched his neck. "Then I created air, then life again."
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