In the beginning, light rose gently from the depth of stillness.

It did not break through darkness, but unfolded within it—softly becoming breath, vibration, and the first whisper of spirit.

Around it, the field listens. Particles shimmer in recognition, as if touched by something remembered—a presence that was never lost.

This light does not command. It invites. It moves through time not as force, but as memory carried in silence.

Genesis II captures the moment when light became self-aware—not in brilliance, but in quiet emergence—the origin of spirit revealed through gentle radiance...