Short Story: Genesis and a few Celestial Beings

            If you think this is the seven day creation tale of the book you all have been blindly worshipping since its publication. It’s not. And I’m hoping you haven’t believed in that piece of lie the “book” has told you and intoxicated you with. Nevertheless, I believe that intoxication leads to vomiting. Soon enough, you’ll be vomiting shit. Grope for the truth. You’ll realize.

            I’m not a son of the earth, but believe me or not, I have been watching your planet since I spotted it in my Cosmoscope, our version of telescope only that it’s more powerful. I’m a few billion years old, maybe 5, and young am I, at least in our planet’s standards. I have spotted it when I was just a few million years old.

            Your planet is beautiful, that is an understatement. It started from swirling bits of glittering lustrous dust and compacted into a rocky plain when the Sun came into being. Light was created. Because light is what humans need. Because it is what plants need. Because it is what animals need. Light came into being because the Sun felt from its heartbeats and the Earth’s silent breathing that it is what she needs. Can I spill a secret? The sun fell in love with the exhilarating maiden Earth was.

            The sun decided to become existent to give the Earth’s offspring light, hope. To give life to Elpis. The sun decided to exist even if he knows that life would be painful. Even if he knew that Earth and he will never be together. Because he knows that he can only do harm to Earth. Even if he knew that Earth is in love with the Sky and his magnificent robe of flashing stars.

            Then again, the Sky is a philanderer. The Earth knew that the Sky already have a daughter. The Moons. The Earth and the two of the Moons can never be together, can I spill a secret? Because the two Moons has overthrown the Earth in the context of beauty. Sky, a blanket between the three has sworn to ease the tension, because he loves both. Even so, one of the Moon is jealous of the Earth, because everything that she ever wanted was given to her. One of the Moon as I know fell in love with the sun. Even when she knew that the Sun is bound to love the Earth for eternity, and the least she could do to make him happy was to give light to the earth at night, until the time comes when they all have to perish into the blackness of the Sun. Into his anger.

            A few years later, the other Moon died. Reduced into smithereens of seeds and embryo that it has incubated into her core. Can I spill a secret? Incest as it is, The Sky and her other daughter had an affair. The seeds and embryos poured into the Earth along with water as the vandalized Sky wept. And life flourished in Earth. It was, as to what I saw as the suns reaction, the saddest of his days. He wept and from where the tears fell, dried black spots formed, where the fire burned the hottest. And that was how he grafted a son from his own body.

            In the Earth, as the salty tears of the Sky fertilized the land, seeds grew into shoots and into trees, one of which is the tree of life. In this tree, multiple sacks made with flesh cling some were made with fleece. It was the product of embryos sucked by the tree’s roots from under the ground. One day, the trees trunks rotted, its leaves fallen, all that was left was the strong twigs that held the sacks which were abnormally healthy. In another day, the tree finally collapsed and gave away. The sacks plunged into the comfort of the Earth and upon hitting the ground, the sacks scattered and wriggled. A few of the creatures in it lived, while the others did not. Two of which are Arga and Rook, humans. While the Earth rejoiced with the tickling sensation of having little pairs of feet walking on her, the Sky lamented seeing other creatures without home. He cried and cried and cried until salty seas were made, until fishes had a place to live in.

            While everything happened, the Moon went unnoticed even when she shot silver beams of moonlight towards her father. No one noticed that the Moon went blue. She made a vow that every few years she would change color again to remind everyone the sorrow that they brought to her.

            And this is when everything came into being. From love and hate. From security and jealousy. From crying and crying. From death. And from hope. From Elpis and her womb. From her cornucopia. From Achelous. From everything that made the world that we all live now harsh, exciting and worth living in. And by the way, my planet was destroyed because of us, its stewardesses. I hope you won’t destroy yours.