Nolite Timere, dear Tellus

pt.1 Powerful|Powerless

It felt like a universe between her and her siblings, when in reality, it was just a wall. She was standing in the hallway, they were in the living room. She didn't bother entering. She knew what they were talking about anyway. A low, soft voice was speaking, and not once was there any signs of it trembling. Or was there? She didn't really pay much attention. "Tellus is dying. And there's nothing we can do about it." No gasps were to be heard. No one cried out in despair. Not that she expected anyone to, most of them had suspected it for weeks.
There was complete silence from the room next door. And... A sob. There it was. Mercury, of course. Oh, mercury. The sob turned into crying, more and more hysterically. She heard Venus wanting to leave, Jupiter telling her to stay, Saturn telling Jupiter that this was very hard news and maybe Venus needed some alone-time to take it all in, and Mercury's constant crying. Suddenly there were lots of noise coming from the living room, and Tellus figured that was her cue to back away. Careful not to make too much sound (they wouldn't have heard her anyway, through all the commotion that was going on in there) she made her way to the once-so-glorious spiral stairs. You could see that they'd been pretty impressive once, but the paint was faded and every step made loud, squeaky sounds. It was like this with the entire house, come to think of it. Like, it was a mansion, full of old (and probably expensive) furniture and lots of hidden rooms. But the furniture smelled like a thousand kinds of mold, and the hidden rooms were full of spiderwebs and god-knows-what.
Mind you, they didn't live in some sort of a haunted house, Tellus and her siblings. They'd gotten new furniture in the rooms that most were in use (living room, bedrooms, kitchen and bathrooms). It was charming really, to see the old mixed with the new.

Tellus got to her room. it was painted green, with lots of  'recycle everything!'-posters, small plants, successful and unsuccessful paintings.
She stopped to look at one of her posters. the background was black, with a picture of a the earth dying. The earth was in dark grey tones. There wasn't any text written on it. And the earth looked so lonely, so lost. In a moment of anger that came from nowhere, she tore the poster down. Furiously. Seconds later she wondered why she did it. The answer came to her quickly enough. It was... relatable, in a way. She related to the picture of the dying earth in dark grey tones.

Whatever, not like it mattered anyway.