You’re writing your autobiography. What’s your opening sentence?
In the beginning, there was chaos out of silence between the earth and the sky. The Three Sisters of destiny were in a pickle because they ran short of the thread. So they were in haste without their lapidary meticulousness by allotting such hastily weaved fate to the new little star that traveled all the milky way from the celestial palace to be transformed into a girl at a cold snowy January night with the fire from the starlight still kept within her, glowing in her heart’s chamber.
A Cat in the Mirror 