Lazzamore
WAAAAAAAAAA-
Perfect serenity filled the universe. Nothing moved. Nothing spoke, or made any sound at all. All reality simply existed. Then, the first beasts crawled on the land. They were simple, small, made from earth and ash like clay. Some time passed, as the universe grew, and it's Allfather was pleased. All was good, even if the serenity was gone; In it's place was peace.
The peace settled the ever-complicated universe, but nothing lasts forever. Thought was born, true independent minds were added by the Allfather, who was pleased and teary-eyed all at once. The world was growing up. The peace was gone, now it was joy.
Then, somehow, something was wrong... the universe shuddered with distraught and angst. The Allfather and his creation, the Humans, were no longer alone...
And that was the point you awoke from the dream. The closest thing to a dream a deity might get to, anyways... With a rush of consciousness you went from an idea to real, from nonexistent to an eternal, tangible being... You were conceived, born, and awoken. The 'real' around you clouded your memory of the dream. What was it that bothered the Allfather? Why? Or, perhaps it was only a dream.
Around you is a mighty natural world; simple, serene, peaceful... even joyful. Yet at the same time empty. Something inside told you it was yours: a canvas... You stand, and glance around at your surroundings. What do you do first?
The peace settled the ever-complicated universe, but nothing lasts forever. Thought was born, true independent minds were added by the Allfather, who was pleased and teary-eyed all at once. The world was growing up. The peace was gone, now it was joy.
Then, somehow, something was wrong... the universe shuddered with distraught and angst. The Allfather and his creation, the Humans, were no longer alone...
And that was the point you awoke from the dream. The closest thing to a dream a deity might get to, anyways... With a rush of consciousness you went from an idea to real, from nonexistent to an eternal, tangible being... You were conceived, born, and awoken. The 'real' around you clouded your memory of the dream. What was it that bothered the Allfather? Why? Or, perhaps it was only a dream.
Around you is a mighty natural world; simple, serene, peaceful... even joyful. Yet at the same time empty. Something inside told you it was yours: a canvas... You stand, and glance around at your surroundings. What do you do first?