The Earth Smiled

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Religion and Spirituality  |  House: Booksie Classic
A short muse on the finality of oblivion.

Submitted: November 05, 2019

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When she met Death, the Earth smiled upon him, and she knew he would one day return. She knew this as she knew that she would always be circling Sun, and Moon would always be circling her. She didn’t know how she knew this with such certainty, as there was no proof that he would come back. Still, there was no doubt in her heart that he would grace her lands with his footsteps once more, and bless her oceans with his makeshift islands that rode across the waves with the winds. 

 

The rest of the world forgot him. 

 

They built large mountains with perfectly pointed tops, and honored their kings inside of them. They thought those mountains would last until the end of time itself, that no sandstorm could wipe away their existence there. They built tall metal trees that reached above the clouds, and birds that could carry them across oceans. They thought weathering the elements would save their monuments from the steady footfalls of Time crushing everything in her path. They gashed Earth’s skin open with derision and watched as it healed. 

 

They gashed open each other. They stained the ground with the red of their deaths. They created their own volcanic destruction, left monuments of Death itself personified, radioactive beacons that screamed: “We were here!” They looked on when their own kind cried out for help and laughed. They blanketed the sky with grey, one last act of defiance, choking out everything, including themselves. 

 

Only a few survived.

 

Those who could continued the cycle they had always held. Eat what you can, who you can, and live one more day. Then one more. And then another, until that familiar slowness creeps into your limbs and you know you will not win the next chase. It is a familiar pattern. It is one that Earth has been watching for an eternity. 

 

It is one Earth is waiting to happen to her. 

 

Earth is old now, older than you or I could imagine. She is tired now, but content. She knew that he would return for her one day. 

 

Death was always inevitable. In his hand, he carries the weighted blanket of oblivion. Earth is not afraid, as her people had been before her. She accepted her fate long before when she first met Death all those eons ago. The first thing he took from her was a single cell, barely alive at all. The last thing he takes from her is herself.

 

Death wipes away Earth: first in her future, next her present, and finally the past.

 


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