Sun shone down on Earth. The dirt cracked and sizzled, dry and molten. The red, flaming sky baked the world. Nothing grew except for the tiny drops of green things deep beneath the crust, which lived and died scuttling over each other in total darkness.
Sun felt lonely, so he reached out into the blackness of space around him and scooped up a piece of it, which he rolled into a ball and set near Earth. This blackness that was of himself and not of himself took on a shine from Sun's reflection over time, and, as is the way of things, awoke.