Expansion, constant and thorough, filled the empty space of nothing. Balls of gas swirled around and sank into themselves, and giant bits of earth and metal collided. It was a battlefield, a war zone.
Lights flashed in the dark and attracted followers, slowly but surely oscillating by and by. Little neighborhoods formed, stellar communities of spark and stone. Names didn’t exist, and time had just made itself a home.
After all of always, and when it had grown tired of crashing, exploding, and reforming, a world decided to be.
Fire grazed upon the land, scorching the earth of its bareness. The smoke became the sky and the night was forever, so it must’ve seemed. The heat eventually grew tired and drew itself to a rest inside the core.
The warmth and the cooling allowed a new settler to move upon the grounds, with some effort and determination — water.
It found itself to exist, free and invited, covering the place and soaking up deep, empty crevices.
The fires returned once more with fury, and other worlds found jealousy, entertaining the thought that they may knock the world from its observation of the light it so adores.
Terror once more raged above the skies.
When the troops had exhausted, one wavered peace and asked permission to observe and procure safety from any rebel offenders.
A faint, white smile above the face of a ravaged earth chose to stay.
Time again flowed like the water over the earth, passing by unnoticed for eternities. One day, or maybe night, a spark aroused, though not of light, but of life.
Singular, microbial, and persistent, it aimed to cherish.
Days and nights and years go by, and the life continued. It spread like a cancer on the crust of the dirt and soot. It flourished, changing and adapting to new environments. It walked. It crafted tools. It ventured. It painted. It danced. It lived.
Man is born.
Throughout this period of adaptation, the inanimate changed as well. The mass of the earth shifted, creating lands separate and divided by the cool waters.
Civilization is born. Kings and knights and captain’s plights to plunder forced to feed off the feebleness of the weak.
Powers fall. Towers stand to remind others of what brought down the greatest fighters.
History is made. Education arises, with technology, medicine, and carefulness—caution.
Modernization is born.
The earth that birthed such life is taken for granted. Life dwindles, with man being unforgiving.
Dust to dust.
From the stars we are born, and to the stars we shall return.