Blossom

Planet

A faint and pure blossom that contrasted harshly with the stark night sky falls onto the ground. Another falls, then another. The air is filled with a flurry of the pure, white flowers, covering the ground in a soft blanket of petals. Not a sound is heard, not even the gentle brush of the blooms gracing the earth. 

The trees who had the beautiful flowers hold nothing now, their gifts floated away in the air. The land was empty, the only things were those lovely blossoms and the empty and dead trees.

And so the earth was quiet. Not even the sound of the gentle wind was heard, nothing in the land was heard. Forevermore, the earth was quiet...

As the sun rose the next day, everything on that pure and untouched earth disappeared. Turned into dust. The shaking, sweeping winds blew the powder into the bright and harsh air, never to be seen again. And after that day, after the brilliance of life and then death, nothing ever grew on that earth again. It turned into a desolate rock, without a single patch of life to be found. The water still ran, the hills still stood, but not a single organism would be found in the liquid, not a single blade of grass found at the mound. Forevermore, the earth was dead...

 The world, the empty and dead world, soon degraded into Chaos. Nothing less was expected of the land, whose rivers were drying up and hills were eroding away as the wind battered and howled. After only a week or so after the death of the world, the darkness within the very soul of the planet was releashed, the world was crushed by an unseen hand of shadow, and it was never to be seen again. It turned into dust, just as the blossoms did. Life unto death. Its particles floated in the air, just as the dust of the blooms. They commingled together, blossom and earth, and some stayed together. These particles floated for an unknown amount of time. They did not have consciousness, of course, but it was still an awfully long time, even for a nonsentinent piece of dust. And so they wandered, for days, weeks, months, years, decades, centuries, millenias, forever.

Forever, forever, never to rest in the awe-filling vacuum known as space. Some of the particles got caught in black holes, galaxies, stars, and other celestial bodies. Only some, however, for the rest were neverendingly floating. Just floating. Doing absolutely nothing else.

And as other stars and worlds got crushed and destroyed, as well as reborn and filled with life, the specks of dust floated onwards and onwards forevermore. With their unseeing and nonexistent eyes and unfilled and imaginary souls, they witnessed the birth and death of stars and galaxies and civilizations of the other planets, similar to the ones that they were a part of. But of course, they did not know, they did not learn, for they were merely pieces of a world that wasn't anymore. Forevermore, the particles floated on...

Beings discovered the particles just floating around. Some destroyed the helpless things, some stole them, some collected them, some left them be. One certain Being, Khaos, much like the Chaos that destroyed the beautiful and grassy planet in the first place, collected the particles in a furious fashion, wanting more and more to create her own world, like her brother and sister, Gaiea and Ouranaous, were doing. The brother and sister's world was profitable and flourished with green things the twins called "plants". Some little humans inhabited the earth as well, and Gaiea and Ouranaous took gentle care of them. Khaos was jealous of their world, no doubt, and wanted to create the perfect world, where there were fabulous fauna and flora of all other worlds, gathered in her land to create the Utopia so desperately wanted across the thousands, millions of galaxies. She wanted it to grow into a great land of profit and grandeur. A land that would be both feared and respected in all other creature's hearts. And so Khaos tried.

Not all of the particles of that late planet were captured, however, but only some. Enough so the old being Khaos could create a prototype, but that was all. It was filled with glorious creatures, but Khaos soon became bored with the nonsensical creatures and plants and their foolish actions and colors, and abandoned the planet. Surprisingly, it survived and thrived and became the center for all inter-galactical trade. What a glorious planet it became, filled with animals and plants and even some small humans that roamed the earth. Many were jealous of the planet, but none dared to attack, for it's artillery and military were great and powerful. Many planets in their entirety were taken by these citizens, and a great empire it was. The name of that planet, however, was forbidden to the tongue and never to be spoken. It was considered too grand and prideful to speak of it, and it was simply known as "Khaos", after the elder Being who first watched over it and created it from those tiny particles.

What a great and powerful and rich planet it became, decadent with luxuries of all kinds.

What a boring planet it was. All the citizens were happy and there was no civil unrest.

This is not the tale of the prototype, not at all.

This is not the tale of the great empire that lasted for millenia and will last supposedly forevermore.

This is the tale of those few particles of that world, who gathered with other particles to create another world, where life developed at a painfully slow pace. Not a single important Being watched this planet, for it grew by itself. Neither Khaos, nor Gaiea, nor Ouranaous looked over it, nor did the hundreds upon thousands of other Beings. It was a free planet, a planet filled with vices and virtues and totally, completely, happily free. 

Its tale, however, doesn't exactly start here. It doesn't start at the same time of Khaos' jealousy and the formation of the planet. It goes a few hundred, thousand, million years back, just as the world was first forming and developing and becoming itself. It goes back to what the inhabitants called the Age of Birth.