Planet Eater

Out of the near-perfect darkness of empty space, in an ocean of surface-less vacuum, particles converge. A miracle in itself, this goes on, and on; for a timeless epoch our only way of comprehending is in the term “millions of years”. The result is a thin cloud, spinning in the void.

Another timeless “millions of years” later, the thin cloud has a bright warm center, spreading its light and energy in every direction. The cloud beyond this center forms orbiting spheres, each a new and semi-independent miracle. Connected by their placement within the immediate influence of the center “star”… The Universe resonates with the beginning of identity, separateness of its new children, and finally, named. We hear the name of the central star, one of millions upon billions, as “The Sun”.

We don’t know how many times, or how many wheres yet another miracle occurred. We only surmise that the third world out from The Sun, named Earth, is not the only blessed with Life.

Bold supposition imagines this blessing as a random stone long lost and drifting, the result of some far distant calamity, being collected into the Earth’s system in a fiery and dramatic impact, quickly forgotten amongst other similar events, common as the distant calamities.

This one stone — unique in a Universe of diversity? — spreads the fine powder of its debris in a radius wide, spreads…