Sep 13, 2009 21:25
--this world began with a creature not unlike a blue whale. They say it floated alone in the sea of eternity and breathed long sighs of loneliness until one day, its loneliness was so strong, so real that it became tangible and the whale was no longer alone.
Its sighs were bubbles, and on that day, the sigh-bubble did not pop, but remained and grew and then the world was there.
The world was spare and quiet and still, wind blowing through things not unlike trees, but dead. It was winter. It was a lonely world, but the whale was no longer lonely.
But after a while, they say, the world was not enough. It could not speak to the whale, or entertain the whale, and the whale was so heartbroken that it began to sob, and its tears drowned the world.
And the world was reborn.
They say out of the tears came more trees, and flora not unlike plants and fauna not unlike animals. Out of the tears came seas of fresh water and lakes of salty and snow on the high peaks of mountains and the flats of northern plains.
And then the people came.
No one knows where the people were from. They say the people were not tears.
They say that so we can be special.
We are not.
----Can someone enlighten me? Where the hell is this going? D:
freewrite,
rating: pg-13,
fandom: original,
wip,
char: original,
scrap