The moon had not been there when Steve had left, for example- and although Earth had grown back green and thriving, its existence still tugged at Steve's hearstrings. At the end of the wild days of the people who lived on the third rock from Sol, there had been disagreements, and the third rock from Sol had suffered for it. Now, Earth was one of the few places Steve would not touch. And we would recognise Steve's homeworld as Earth. So, one could imagine that- if he had been born one of us- he might have been called Steve. These things applied equally to his name- and although we cannot translate it literally, the people who lived on the third rock from Sol had many similar concepts, and one of them was the corruption of root words as applied to a name. And he was not a boring person, either- those people had been at peace with the long night ahead. Now, the last person who lived on the third rock from Sol was not an extraordinary person, by and large- those people had died long ago in blazes of glory. And so the children of the last person who lived on the third rock from Sol fell, and the last person who lived on the third rock from Sol mourned. And they were deeply troubled- they feared the idea of things coming to an end, not as part of a new beginning, but as an ultimate finality.Īnd they would sacrifice anything for a final new beginning. They flitted through dimensions like it was nothing, and it was a long time until they flitted through space as well. They had not been nurtured- they had simply tried to survive on a home far too small for them. Once again, though, things came to an end, as part of a new beginning.Īnother of the creations of his kin had been busy. Which was rare, as one of the creations of his kin had set up a fortress around the place he called home, but that did not trouble him very much at all. It did not matter to the last person who lived on the third rock from Sol- he simply loved them dearly, and gifted them with the same gift he had made for himself whenever they came to see him. One by one they rose to astounding heights, to be cut down, to a happy stagnancy and no further. One by one they rose, and made friends, and made enemies. And he decided- Why should they call out and hear their own echoes? And so, he went and spread the Spores of life across the known cosmos with a skip in his step, and one by one they rose. The one who was left took a look at what he had inherited. But fall they did, until there were three, two, one left. Some fell into their own scorched shadows in the wake of their destruction, and some fell into the endless sleep with contented smiles on wrinkled faces. But, eventually, things came to an end, as part of a new beginning.Įventually, they fractured and fell apart. Life bloomed where they breathed, and art on the planetary scale appeared in their footsteps. They flitted through space like it was nothing, and soon they flitted through dimensions as well. The people who lived on the third rock from Sol left their cradle. And, as many do when they realise they are without supervision, they went a little crazy. They called out, and recieved only echoes.įor all intents and purposes, they were alone. They looked at the sky, and heard its silence. SPORE CREATIONS SCARY SERIESThey lived back when Sol was only a young star, born through a series of lucky circumstances and raised without the wisdom of precursors. Once upon a time, there were people who lived on the third rock from Sol.
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