|In the beginning, there were only the siblings. The brother waved his hand and the universe appeared around them. The eldest sister looked around and sighed. With her breath from her pale lips, the worlds and stars began to form. The youngest sister watched the universe turn around her for some time, unsure of how she could contribute, "Oh, this wont do." She eventually said. She took a book from under her arm and began to read from the pages, her words giving the sparks of life. The three siblings sat back and watched their creation, allowing their universe to build itself. But, eventually, the eldest sister became bored. Bringing her siblings with her, they took the forms of the youngest sister's creations, and began to walk among them.
(Hey guys, I'm not dead. I've been working to improve my writing and this was one practice. Sorry for low quality, my strength is sci-fi dystopia, not mythology. I was going to make multiple parts but my browser crashed.)