A spark of light erupts through the darkness. A sound like thunder. One particle begins to rise from the basin of a glowing gourd electrified by the notes imbued into it along heated strings. The hands that work the strings are skilled beyond comparison, working in vibration and lightning and fire all at once. The particle separates and condensates, spreading its density and gathering clouds of cosmic dust. The things, the first objects of physicality, the first glimmers of starlight, begin to swirl and expand, growing and growing.
        The Electric Lady manifests that initial spark, that initial charge along a single wavelength, and it gallops ferociously into time, into space, building itself and becoming real, embodying new complications and forces as it gains speed and sends out wave of cosmic thunder.