Perhaps we are all riding on the wings of a stoic eagle, or perhaps we are being carried in the gentle talons of a dove, or even the beak of a pelican. Perhaps the stars are made of feathers, and the dark hues of purple and blue are the wings of a bird in flight. These birds that thrive in the infinite void of space carry us like delicate eggs – for the planets are their eggs. Earth is in its infancy – still developing a society of its own that will one day explore the vast new land of the stars. These lucky few will experience the comforting warmth of the soft, delicate wings wrapping around them. Protecting them. They will be able to see the wonders of each twinkling star in all of its perfect imperfections. Maybe they will even reach out to touch one. For when they come back, they will come back with stories that tell of the stoic eagle, the delicate dove, and the foolish pelican. Then they will tell how the light purples, blues, and greens dance in nebulas. They will tell of all the wonders they have seen.
However, time moves on and those that saw, will soon pass and these great birds of the cosmos must protect their eggs. These perfect round eggs of multiple colors that form in space, these eggs with so much potential. Much like the Earth, these eggs will age and develop their own society to explore the cosmos with. And much like Earth, they will be forgotten in time.
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Wings of the Cosmos and Other Short Stories
Cerita PendekWe are riding on the wings of the stoic eagle, the delicate dove, and the foolish pelican. Or perhaps there is more to it. Space is everlasting and vast, the mysteries it holds are something we have yet to crack. These short stories are about the my...
