Ice Tears
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This thought came to me at about 1 in the morning when I was just staring out of my window at the stars. Enjoy! (P.S. All the names are Spanish for something to do with ice, emotions and weather. Coz life.) Look at the stars. Right now, find the nearest window, and look at the sky. It doesn't matter if its day or night, sunny or cloudy. You know there's stars up there somewhere, don't you? And maybe, near one of those stars, a tiny planet goes round their sun inhabiting life. Maybe, near one of those stars, Humans sit and look at our Sun, seeing it as a star, and wondering if there's a tiny planet going round, inhabiting life. Maybe on that little planet, Humans are looking at their Moon and thinking about living on it someday, or how big and bright it looks on that particular night. And maybe, just maybe, those Humans know, they know that there's a young girl on a planet going round a distant star writing a book about them, without knowing that they exist. "Look at the stars, Lluvia. Do you think you could count them?" "It would take me years, and by then many would have been born, died out, and moved on. Just like life." "You know, a young wise girl once told me when we first met when I was crying in the corner of the playground, that 'life is like riding a bike, to make sure you don't fall off, you've just got to keep going.' Then she took my hand, pulled me up and took me away to the wildest places in my imagination." Lluvia smiles in the dark. She grabs Rayo's hand and grasps it tight. "And a wise young boy once taught me that imaginations aren't to make you fear things you shouldn't, but for unlocking true potential." This time it was Rayo's turn to smile. And so they both sat there smiling in the dark, as storm clouds rushed in to cover the brightness of the stars and the ghostly glow of the moon, and ice blue tears ran down their faces.
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Long before the extraordinary was vanquished and confined to the realm of children's tales, giants walked the Earth. Sixteen feet tall, powerful, long lived, they hunted the colder regions of Northern Europe in tight nomadic tribes, thriving unchallenged... Until a tiny, clever, mindlessly aggressive, voraciously reproducing competitor invaded their habitat. In such confrontations, Darwinian rules predicted unavoidable conflict. The odds would have favored the tiny invaders. The giants' formidable strength would not have been enough to overcome their adversary's sheer numbers. After enough battles the choice for these immense beings must have been obvious-- Flee or be annihilated. Some chose oblivion, giving birth to the glorious bedtime stories in our lore... Others fled. Hiding from view, keeping to the outskirts, they searched for a sanctuary so remote, so desolate and so uninviting, that their relentless persecutors wouldn't bother with it. Eventually they settled within the ice of the great glaciers of Antarctica, establishing a peaceful, isolated colony that flourished undisturbed for centuries. Then a clever scientist mixed up a batch of Rare Earth Elements and created a superconducting material that could corral as much energy as the sun could throw at it as long as it stayed around the temperature of ice. The invention instantly transformed the Last Continent into a lucrative chunk of real estate. Humans and their machinery poured in, domesticating the wild frontier spreading like lava over ice, probing every nook and corner. Inevitably they collided with the hidden giants. Only this time there was no place left for them to run... This time there would be war.

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