This story does not happen once upon a time, and does not end just because the words are finished.
There was nothing to begin with, not even an object to create. It was not white or black for it wasn’t even an imaginable color. It was not out of this world, or in this world. It was vacant, and non-existent, yet there was sound beyond anyone’s knowledge.
Multiple chords rang out from a single voice, and it was meant to be distant. The chords grew slowly on an everlasting crescendo. As the sound became too loud for any life to be sustained, an object appeared. The instant this object appeared the sound was no longer to loud to bear, and the sound was dead-centered; for if it had become the slightest bit louder it would have been annoyingly loud.
This object began simple, and seemed to grow slower than anything we could imagine. Yet as it grew larger, it grew more complicated, and went through three stages of growth. The first stage was called the stage of simplicity, and in this stage it took on every shape imaginable in a real world. It even went through shapes from a future world which had not yet been created. Then came the stage of computer imagery. This stage included all the shapes a computer can create, even shapes created by computers of a future world. The third and final stage had any and every unimaginable shape. The shape came to an end when the unimaginable shape became so disoriented that it would shatter anything that looked at it. The shape itself became so confusing it shattered into all of its previous forms.
Smell, feeling, and taste were all created in the same way, starting out simple and imaginable. Then forming into anything a computer could create, and finally the unimaginable stage, whence it would soon shatter outward into all its previous forms.
The sound was constant; it was never born and would never be destroyed. The sound wasn’t small forever; it grew until an object appeared from it. The sound was there through the growth of all the shapes, smells, feelings, and tastes. These were known as the basic variables.
Each basic variable exploded outward into all its previous forms when it got too confusing and disoriented to be imagined. All the previous forms called simple variables made millions of duplicates of themselves, spreading all around. All the simple variables collided with sound and the other simple variables that had exploded and duplicated from the basic variable. This is called the thought process. The end result is a thought.
It was a time span so large that it was not countable in a significant amount of time. The thought of death was flourishing with all the signs of everyone’s fate. Death was represented by a number of symbols, symbols which would be used to describe any and every kind of evil. The thought was one of the largest amongst all the thoughts.
The land was black and constantly soggy due to the everlasting rain. The rain was not a drizzle or a pour. It was an annoyingly freakish rain. There was a constant sound of thunder, but there was never any lightning. The grass grew over even the tallest buildings, and it was green, but not a pretty green. It was a super-unnatural dark green — such a horrendous shade of green that if one more drop of black were added it would be black.
Above the grass large animals flew. They were not birds — they were much too large, though these creatures were very small compared to their surroundings and habitat. These creatures were known in the old language as axinikes, which meant “rulers of the black sky”. Their wings were very rigid on the back side, and each bird had its own pattern copied by both wings. The fronts of the wings were all the same: they curved inward away from the head, and the end of each wing curved back. Their feathers were black and fluffy, and their faces were flat and beakless. They did not appear to have necks, but they surely did.
Three axinikes were feeding, eating the only other creature available on this thought — creatures called flixen, meaning “sliding devils” in the old language. They were not snakes, by any means; they were much too big around and had other distinctive features that were nothing like snakes. One flixen could feed three axinikes for their entire lifetimes, which weren’t very long. Flixen were very long, having a very rounded head with two black beady eyes, but no mouth, or nose. Their tails curved inward on themselves like cones. They were not a dark red, but not a light red, either. The shade of red was exactly center, nearly paralyzing anything that looked at them.
There was only one male at any given time on the thought of death, and if he knew he was to die he would mate with one of the females. The newborn was always a boy. There were a great number of females because they reproduced by mitosis. This was a very efficient way of reproduction.
The axinikes spotted one of these creatures to feed on, , and the three axinikes began to dive down. Their vision from high altitude was amazing, but once they came into the shadows of the grass — and the grass itself — their vision depleted down to one-fourth of what it had been. The grass swarmed with movement and the constant sound of the axinikes’ wings scraping against the tall weeds.
The flixen did not see what was coming for him, but was fully prepared. The axinikes, on the other hand, were unaware of their fate. They took form for their attack, constantly moving at the same time like they were one force. One seemed to be going for the head, the middle one seemed to be going for the meaty middle, and the third for the defenseless tail.
The form of the axinikes changed with one swift motion from a straight path down, and became level with the ground. The ground shook violently as the axinikes’ wings hit the grass. The vibrations followed the grass down to the ground, shaking it rigorously. The constant sound of thunder raged in the background as the axinikes approached; their necks emerged faster than can be imagined. The flixen’s action was twice as fast as his body extended blades outward in a circular pattern. The blades penetrated his enemies very quickly, so quickly that the axinikes lay out of sight, dead at an instant.
The thought of death’s only two life forms were very greedy, and always wanted more. Their greed and thirst for violence was so great that a plan arose from the axinikes. They planned to take over the thought of happiness by picking up thousands of the flixen, and dropping them into the thought of happiness. The plan seemed brilliant to the axinikes because the thought of happiness was small, and they did not have to be involved with the conflict.
The thought of happiness was a much different thought than death. In fact, it was so different that they repelled each other, and were found on separate sides of all the thoughts. The thought of happiness was a small thought, one of the smallest of all the thoughts, though it didn’t have the least amount to offer.
The thought of happiness was flourishing with symbols of love, kindness, joy, and laughter. There were so many symbols to represent the thought of happiness that it was often very overpowering. Even the music that flowed through the air seemed to contain all the chords that made you want to cry tears of joy, laughter, and the unknown all at once. It was a place that put a smile on the most evil of faces.
The landscape was vast and seemed to have no end. A large area was filled with light blue water, and there was an island that came gently out of the water, but the inland portion rose sharply out of the land. The land was filled with many separate classifications of life. Each piece of vegetation was different — from the smallest blade of grass to the largest vegetation. No leaf, needle, or blade of grass had the same shade of green, making the color all the more brilliant.
Vegetation was not the only life form; there were animals that no imagination would even dream of. There were animals that couldn’t possibly be seen by any means, and animals that were larger than any world we saw today. No animal was alike. Each had its distinctive physical features and way of life, but there was one thing all the life forms had in common — they were at peace with each other. The peace was so strict that they did not have to eat or drink to stay alive. This thought was undisturbed.
Thousands of axinikes swarmed above the rain-drenched grass preparing to begin their assault. The axinikes’ motions were all random, and they all seemed to circle like they were blood-thirsty. Their eyes were filled with rage and hatred for something beyond our knowledge. Soon the swarming ceased and began to change into a spiral downward toward the black ground.
There was a patterned sound of death as the wings hit the grass and the sound became one with thunder. The flixen began to slither violently as they felt the vibrations shake the land without end. Mitosis seemed to increase rapidly as the axinikes swirled down into the depths of the binding grass. The axinikes began to grab the splitting flixen at random with their claws and gripped them firmly, often dropping the flixen who were grabbed well, splitting into two. The dropping flixen barraged the axinikes like they were ammunition, many dying when they slammed into the ground. The axinikes broke the top of the grass and weeds moving straight upwards, swirling slowly around. The mutiny seemed to last an eternity as the army raged straight out of the thought.
Then there was silence as the axinikes approached their target thought. Other than the dim light of passing thoughts it was black. The axinikes flew on a straight path to the thought, as leftover particles hit like wind on their wings. As they finally approached their destination they dropped their army of flixen, and the axinikes returned back to their thought without helping the flixen.
The flixen’s eyes seemed to be clueless of what was happening but as they fell towards the water and the island their skin burnt because they were evil life forms on a happy thought. The flixen who landed in the water left a dark green area in the water because they were leaving behind their evil residue. The residue followed as they slithered into the land, and all the life forms in the water perished quickly. The flixen who landed on the land, however, did not live — the impact killed them. They were lethal to all the life forms they touched, whether vegetation or animals.
The flixen’s innards dripped constantly as even more flixen dropped from the sky. Any and every life form they or their innards touched died instantly. The vast life span of the island seemed to turn into a toxic wasteland with black smoke and land. The water was poisoned with evil toxins, and the flixen who moved inland from the water died simply because the mixture between good and evil was too much to bear.
The life forms on the thought of happiness did not retaliate because they did not believe in battle, and also did not want to waste any energy. The animals remained neutral in the conflict because they did not want to break the cycle of such strict friendliness, for if this pattern was broken the thought could become split.
The land was destroyed and the water was polluted with the remains. The light illuminated the smoke making it look like dirt-mixed blood. The once-life-filled land was now lifeless, except the music hadn’t changed. It was still the same sound it had been before, except now it was louder because there were no sounds of life to mix with it.
The dirt as well as the water began to boil, but no steam came from it. As the boiling increased the smoke disappeared rapidly from the air. Vegetation grew faster than light, yet you could still see it grow because it grew very large. It became twice as large as it had been in the past. The water pollution retreated quickly and seemed to disappear to nowhere. There was even more life — twice as much life now than before.
But how could this be when there was already life of every shape and size before? How could so much destruction result in such renewal? Well, these are easy questions. The thought of death can rule over the thought of happiness, but the thought of death can never fully defeat happiness if happiness is abundant.
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