The Needle's Thread: Project: Second Outcome
So, I believe that the world is a fabrication (or really, an interpretation) of each of our minds. I honestly get tired of the world because I have to draw upon a format-the same damn instructions everyone else gets, and people try to force their little constructions on you.
So I’m going to make…
Midgra was watching the Earth burn. Bombs burst like red flowers blooming. With every bomb dropped, the earth turned darker. Enormous wreaths of clouds burst and evaporated, swaths of black dust taking their place in the sky. The front of her helmet glowed orange from the fiery lights blossoming before her. She turned to the space station, pulling herself to it with her lifeline.
As she grew closer she saw her lover, Eris, holding onto the entry hatch. Holding onto the rungs of the door, she reached toward the toward the lifeline hub and pulled Midgra’s out. Light danced on her helmet as she watched Midgra gesture wildly. Tying the line to a wrench Eris threw it past the ship, out into space. Midgra’s inertia was redirected away from the station, into the star-studded abyss. As she drifted slowly away Eris’s visor followed her. She watched her reflection in it become smaller and smaller. Eris did the same.
When she came to her first emotion was that of shock of being still alive. This turned to dread. Death would not lull her to sleep in a soft embrace- he would rip the life from her body. However, she found that she could breathe regularly. Looking around she became even more baffled, earth nowhere in sight. She saw nothing familiar as she span slowly. With a number of jerks and twists, she countered the rotation to almost a standstill. A small pebble drifted in front of her helmet and she grabbed it. It was silver with speckles of greenish blue, frosted with ice. Another like it came by and she grabbed it as well. Soon, she was in a cloud of them, and she picked them up one by one. In her hand they stayed together, held together by what she assumed was magnetism. She collected more debris slowly, until a ball the size of a egg had formed. It must have taken an hour to form the little ball. She kept on going, collecting pebble by pebble in the timeless space, for an unquantifiable amount of time.
She continued for years and years, for time beyond comprehension of the mind. When she stopped the egg had grown to a shining sphere, tens of thousands of miles wide. Tired from eons of building she fell into a deep sleep. It did not stop growing, however- it collected the flotsam and jetsam of space, gaining soil and a wide variety of elements and minerals. It drifted until it found a lone star, fresh from the womb of its galaxy. It got caught in its firm orbit and the ice melted, forming vast oceans. A scarred moon, cast and burned violently by its defunct sun, found the planet and its sun. It became a satellite of the planet, tugging at its oceans playfully. At the impact of a meteor Eris woke from her slumber. She found herself on the silver shore of a crystal-like sea. As the waves lapped at her feet she stood. She was filled with joy and wonder, like a toddler taking her first steps.
She laughed delightedly as she saw wind pick up sand and toss it about. filled with sudden longing, she impulsively unlocked her helmet. She cast it to the ground and the unfiltered light of the sun brushed her face. She inhaled, her lungs filling with air that was cold and sharp-but fresh. As she exhaled, her sole companions-bacteria-flew into the air. They would be the paint for this white canvas of a land. Pulling off her suit and clothes she sat in the shallow wrinkles of the sand. She would be the brush.
