No space.
No time.
No colors.
No direction.
Nothing.
Suddenly there was something. Smaller than a cell, than an atom, the universe was this something. The precursors to everything ever known by humanity, as well as everything that still remains a mystery to us, not to mention the mysteries we haven't stumbled upon -- it was all compressed into a tiny space. Of course, all of that cannot be in the same space for too long; it expanded rapidly, and now there was space and time, as well as a lot of really small, hot particles zooming around the universe, at this point still smaller than a penny.
As time passed, these particles cooled, letting light through, condensing into atoms.
These atoms condensed into stars.
The stars found themselves attracted into galaxies.
The stars pushed these atoms together to create different atoms. When they could no longer make different atoms, they died in violent, firey explosions that were seen eons after their demise. This galactic dance has lasted longer anyone can even imagine.
Two generations of stars passed in this way, until one star in a hundred million stars in one galaxy in trillions of galaxies was formed. This star had eight planets: four inner, rocky planets and four giant, gaseous monsters.
One of the little rocky planets had a violent start. Magma erupted from the surface; giant rocks crashed into it, and the atmosphere was filled with toxins.
But that little planet settled down, and things started moving around. Little tiny bacteria eventually became larger, grouped together, adapting to the environment. Slowly but surely, over four billion years later, humanity began to evolve.
And here I am, writing about mythology. This is the story that has held up to scientific reasoning, but there's no reason it can't make a good story.
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