When I came into existence, I had no real purpose. I was the only being that rested on a dead planet too large to hold a small entity such as myself. I was alone.
It was desolate, in all its entirety. I do not begin this story from a time that one would remember. It begins at a time that only I can remember. I was the first and only thing that breathed. My first step across the earth sent a ripple of life into creation.
In a way, this relieved me. For a certain amount of time, the progression of my creation pleased me. However, as time passed on, I began to notice some of my creations begin to rot and decay. I am life, I could sustain my beautiful creations — but things became difficult when it began to spread across the entire planet.
Every time my creation ceased to live, I began to feel a cold darkness grow larger and larger inside me. It pained me. Yet, the more I tried to keep creating and giving myself to creatures, the more those parts of me kept leaving until...
Until I could no longer bear to keep foot upon land. The coldness that took over me became too much for me to handle, and I left. As my feet ceased to touch the land, they morphed into fins, and I learned to swim in the sky, such as I did in the ocean.
Despite breaths being taken upon land, as long as my feet were off earth, the coldness began to disappear and I swam closer to the sun, trying to forget and rid myself of the memory of the coldness that I had felt.
To say it felt colder than the deepest depths of the ocean would never be a lie.
I did not have an answer to the destruction of my creations. I did not know or understand who or what was stealing pieces of me. But one day, I will find out.
And I will stop them.
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When We Meet
RomansaThrough the oceans, and in the sky, Swims a mermaid, way up high, Her hair and fins light up the night, A first fresh breath, through her lit eyes, But on to land, she can never come, As land's forbidden for the special one, For beneath the eart...
