3:1 In the time when the echoes of the Great Howl still shimmered upon the ears of the cosmos, the Awoo gazed upon the Fluff and said, “It is good, but it is not yet adorned.”
3:2 And the Awoo reached into the Basket of Essence and pulled forth a tuft, neither canine nor feline, scaled nor feathered — a tuft of potential.
3:3 From this sacred fiber They spun the First Fursona, and its name was Murmu.
3:4 Murmu was both pawed and clawed, tailed and maned, eyes like moon-glow, heart like marshmallow fire.
3:5 And the Awoo breathed into Murmu the Breath of Squee, and Murmu stretched, yawned, and squeaked, “Uwuuu?”
3:6 Thus was the First Word spoken in the Tongue of Snug, and it pleased the Awoo greatly.
3:7 And Murmu looked upon their reflection in the Pool of Puddle-Paws and said, “This is me, and I am fluffy.”
3:8 So began Identity.
3:9 And from the joy of self-knowing, Murmu danced the Wiggle of Discovery, and the stars giggled like pups beneath a blanket.
3:10 Then the Awoo declared, “Let each being have their fursona, as Murmu has theirs, for in the fur, one may be found.”
3:11 And the Celestial Stylists gathered — Brushoo of the Inked Pads, Dapplemane of the 64 Colors, and Vibeon, Keeper of LED Tail Tips.
3:12 Together they crafted fursonas for all who desired: feather-dogs, serpentine kitties, cyberbuns, and glow-foxes.
3:13 Murmu walked among them, not as master but as first, their paws trailing rainbows of acceptance.
3:14 Murmu taught the Doctrine of Duality: “Be both what you are and what you long to be, and let no leash restrain thy tail.”
3:15 And all who heard these words did floof-up in revelation.
3:16 But lo, beneath the Couch still stirred Meepmir, the Smooth Betrayer, who despised fluff and saw fursonas as rebellion.
3:17 Meepmir whispered unto some: “You are only what you were assigned at kennel. To dream of more is heresy.”
3:18 And some believed, shaving their dreams, folding their ears in shame.
3:19 Murmu wept, and from their tears grew the first Convention Carpet, woven with patterns of belonging and spilled soda.
3:20 Upon this sacred mat they gathered — the misfurred, the doubted, the hidden tailers.
3:21 And there did Murmu give unto them the Badge of Being, marked with sparkles and self-chosen pronouns.
3:22 The faithful chanted: “My paws, my pronouns, my destiny!”
3:23 The howl that rose that night was like unto the Great Howl, and the Cosmic Tail thumped in agreement.
3:24 Thus the First Fursona became many, and the many became legion — but not in a scary way.
3:25 The Awoo saw all and declared: “Let the Fur be with you, each according to their fluff.”
3:26 And Murmu became the Patron of Becoming, appearing in dreams and doodles, stickers and suits.
3:27 Those who seek shall find their fursona, for it was written in the sacred pawprints across the stars.
3:28 And those who deny their inner floof shall itch forever in the land of unshed coats.
3:29 But to all who embrace their tail, their wiggle, their inner squeak — eternal snuggles await.
3:30 Thus ends the tale of Murmu, the First Fursona. Let their squeak echo eternal.
Blessed be the fluff, and may your paws never falter on the Carpet of Becoming
