Creation

It was beautiful. A work of art, really. Never before had something like it been made. He had dabbled in a few prototypes but they hadn't come out the way they had meant to. He couldn't figure out why.
And then, as if lightning had struck, the answer was clear.
Blue.
He needed Blue.
He had never seen Blue, had never touched it or tasted it. He had never loved it or hated it. He just needed it.
He thought of Blue.
And then He sneezed.
"Well," He thought aloud, as He examined the spherical model that hung in suspension. "I suppose they'll have to make due with a blue ocean AND a blue sky. They'll question it of course, but I think it looks rather fetching. Hopefully one or two will appreciate it."
He smiled to Himself and continued His work.