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Bluelighter
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As I stared on in to the black unending chalkboard of space, on which I was a infinitely small dot, I tried to recall how long we had been floating. It really didn’t seem to matter when it was anymore, when the sun didn’t rise and the rain didn’t fall. Starved ourselves to insanity because we didn’t know if days had passed since we had last eaten, or if our fat stomachs just couldn’t go for an hour without being appeased; for of course, we had a limited amount of food. As I looked on across the black pit of space at all the stars, everything and yet not, all painted in front of me, no Sacred Shrine of The Tolee Tree seemed to matter anymore. It was because of this that we now floated like dust in the wind on through space. The Black Faction maintained it had been erected when the suns had crossed each other in the sky. But no, we could not stand for this because we knew, yes we certainly knew that it was erected while the suns were at either horizon. But that neither really seemed to make a difference, while we floated on up here, looking at infinite suns retaining their gleeful solitude among the black of space and moving slowly across the skies among their infinite planets. I think even from where we were then we knew it didn’t matter, we just retained our ancient convictions with pride and conceit, using it as a tool of challenge to test each others resolve. So fervently we dug into our beliefs, not stopping to think it didn’t really matter, especially when it ended in this, three of us left floating in space to watch the infinite flickering suns and then, then after our time alive has been wasted marching in indignation and patriotism for all our empty causes, then do we realize it didn’t really matter.
I suppose we would have died out there floating through space had we not found this planet. We had lost all care of what happened to our feeble bodies after the realization that the space through which we floated was indifferent and imperceptible to our existence and our existence itself was imperceptible to this space. Curled up into a ball and laughed we had ever thought otherwise. But the sight of this planet seemed to inject us with a new vibrance, one we had not felt before. Perhaps it was our instincts shooting us with a dose of adrenaline and the prospect of continued life, or maybe it was the thought we would see a sun from the ground before we had to perish into nothing. Or maybe it was knowing that our perished bodies meant just as much to anything as our living ones. But there that planet lay. The third planet from a solitary sun.
The planet got closer and closer until we hit down upon its barren surface, from which we had been intently staring on upon our descent. We unlatched the door to our escape pod, knowing this would be the last ground we ever should set foot upon again. The air was breathable and we sat down there upon the ground, looking up at the solitary sun. It seemed deserted. Too nice a planet to be deserted. No sound could be heard except the blowing of wind across this dusty desert. The vibrant oceans from which we had seen upon our descent, we were nowhere near, so perhaps something thrived there. But something seemed wrong, it could be felt. It could be sensed. As the sun began to drop lower into the sky we noticed shadows, shadows eminating from nothing we could see. We did not need to find the ruined cities to knew that had happened. This was a phenomenon we knew. We sat in humble silence, too afraid to speak, as we might disturb the radiance of all that existed on this now desolate planet. The people that had once here thrived left a different kind of radiance that would quell the life of many yet to come. As our skin started to drape itself over and off our bones we felt no pain. We did not feel the burning of our lungs and the haze that began to clot our eyes.
The past inhabitants of this planet would kill no more, as I no longer would. How many have there been across the gulf of time and space that have fervously followed their own indignant beliefs, only to be obliterated in time and followed by another and another and another and another? What do those beliefs mean now as the cool vastness of space echoes nothing and silence holds all peace? As I looked out into the setting sun in my final hours, thinking of all the other suns that hung there in that sky, I realized that this had happened many times in the past, and it would happen many times again.
I suppose we would have died out there floating through space had we not found this planet. We had lost all care of what happened to our feeble bodies after the realization that the space through which we floated was indifferent and imperceptible to our existence and our existence itself was imperceptible to this space. Curled up into a ball and laughed we had ever thought otherwise. But the sight of this planet seemed to inject us with a new vibrance, one we had not felt before. Perhaps it was our instincts shooting us with a dose of adrenaline and the prospect of continued life, or maybe it was the thought we would see a sun from the ground before we had to perish into nothing. Or maybe it was knowing that our perished bodies meant just as much to anything as our living ones. But there that planet lay. The third planet from a solitary sun.
The planet got closer and closer until we hit down upon its barren surface, from which we had been intently staring on upon our descent. We unlatched the door to our escape pod, knowing this would be the last ground we ever should set foot upon again. The air was breathable and we sat down there upon the ground, looking up at the solitary sun. It seemed deserted. Too nice a planet to be deserted. No sound could be heard except the blowing of wind across this dusty desert. The vibrant oceans from which we had seen upon our descent, we were nowhere near, so perhaps something thrived there. But something seemed wrong, it could be felt. It could be sensed. As the sun began to drop lower into the sky we noticed shadows, shadows eminating from nothing we could see. We did not need to find the ruined cities to knew that had happened. This was a phenomenon we knew. We sat in humble silence, too afraid to speak, as we might disturb the radiance of all that existed on this now desolate planet. The people that had once here thrived left a different kind of radiance that would quell the life of many yet to come. As our skin started to drape itself over and off our bones we felt no pain. We did not feel the burning of our lungs and the haze that began to clot our eyes.
The past inhabitants of this planet would kill no more, as I no longer would. How many have there been across the gulf of time and space that have fervously followed their own indignant beliefs, only to be obliterated in time and followed by another and another and another and another? What do those beliefs mean now as the cool vastness of space echoes nothing and silence holds all peace? As I looked out into the setting sun in my final hours, thinking of all the other suns that hung there in that sky, I realized that this had happened many times in the past, and it would happen many times again.
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