Jodaeic Creationisms • As the moon vanished and the sun rose over the horizon, the Cloaked Man corrected; “Today /was/ special.” He bowed deeply, and then slowly crumbled, turning into sand. The sediment swirled, dancing on the winds of fortune and change. “Perhaps will will meet again.” His voice lingered, sand shimmering in the new day’s light. “If your life grows dull once more.” And with that, he was gone.