As it grows in size the leaves spinning around it expand their orbits, while more slide into place racing around the invisible force. It begins a forward motion, bending trees as it passes. As it feeds itself on simple air, it grows in strength until whole trees join the leaves in orbit.

      The morning sun raises an eye, and wipes the fog from vision. Clearly now he sees the pest that scurries across his concentration.

      The first humans find no safety in groups. Sucking from it's base it lifts them screaming into it's swirling force. Toying with their broken bodies first, it then tosses them aside with no regard. It has no mind, no intellect to guide it, yet it grows.

     
     Lightning begins to flash at the top of it. A darkness forms and rain falls in a feeble attempt to slow. but despite nature's efforts it swells in size.

     
    God looks at his art and seeing it being vandalized he holds back, knowing the vandal is not yet exposed.  Force without reason does not exist.

    
     At last, when the mercury has risen, and the clouds bend and deform joining the force at will. Set takes his position on the throne they have made. Concealed by the darkened sky he has defeated the sun's attempts to expose him.

    
    Angels cry out, sounding as sirens to the wilderness of the coming. God caring no more for the whole than for one, forms a tear.

     The tear slowly falls from the face of perfection, passing though space and time unaffected because of divine creation. It lands with a massive splash upon the ground forming a body of water. Set bent to task cannot avoid the newly formed lake as his deed has one direction.

     He charges the water in attempt to cross with measured hell bent fury.

     Underestimating divine pureness once again, the black funnel begins to slow. Sucking the pure into it's core, it changes. Turning white now, it hovers over center lake, now a glowing whitened testimony of defeat.

      Releasing all, it showers from top, cascading downwards it melts into the lake like a dying fountain.

      Sun restored the clouds to reflect upon God's creation. And the water turned heavenly blue.