And then the Darkness changed into some sort of a Moist Nature, tossed about beyond all power of words, belching out smoke as from a fire, and groaning forth a wailing sound that beggars all description (…)
Thereon out of the Light a Holy Word Logos descended on that Nature.
And upwards to the height from the Moist Nature leaped forth pure Fire; light was it, swift and active too.
The Air, too, being light, followed after the Fire;
from out of the Earth-and-Water rising up to Fire so that it seemed to hang therefrom.

Corpus Hermeticum, Poimandres