There was once a dying planet, in dire need of a new place to continue on.

The inhabitants, humans, believed such a feat to be impossible, but like many impossible things, like electricity and life, it happened anyway.

Many people moved to this artificial galaxy, evolving into their own life forms and creating their own homes, their own lives, their own art. These worlds became whole other planets, separate from their Mother Earth.

However, many humans refused to leave Earth, and stayed on their dying planet in ferocious obstinacy. As humans on other worlds developed key traits to survive in these new places, the Earthbound humans refused to evolve.

And one day, a nuclear bomb tested at just the right spot caused the Earth to finally reach its limit. Buildings across the globe, collapsed. Radiation spread faster than wildfires in a desert. The earth had died. And still, humans, through resiliency or fear, refused to leave. They built underground bunkers, lined with lead to keep out the air. They developed a cure for radiation poisoning. They survived.

But those living on other worlds didn't know this. They told legends of Earth's end. They cautioned their children; "beware of your pride and your stubbornness, for this is what will follow."

Until one day, the end came for their galaxy as well. Earthquakes ruptured their artificial planets down to their core, and the population was forced to evacuate.

Everyone was loaded onto ships, destined for another planet. Anywhere but here; only prolonging the inevitable end. For one by one, each planet would die, unless something was done about it.

Little did they know, that answer would be found on a planet that everyone thought was barren and dead.

Mother Earth, the key to their destruction, also holds the key to their survival.

For stubbornness and resiliency come with strength and determination. With refusal to change comes the ability to fight.

And with willingness to leave, comes willingness to adapt to whatever may come next.

Only through fusing these two separate ideologies can their Worlds be saved.

In the beginning, there was the Earth.

Just as it is now, except for one tiny thing in a hidden corner of the world.

And that one thing grew, and grew, and grew, until people noticed it.

And when they noticed it, they saw what it was doing:

birds fell fell out of the sky, dead mid-flight.

trees collapsed it spread up them, the dust-turned trunk unable to hold the still-green leaves.

lakes evaporated, leaving behind flopping fish that quickly perished too.

boulders fractured and split apart, leaving behind only a dusting of the finest sand.

air stood still without the joyous buzzing of bugs to fill it and give it life.

turning their beloved land to dust and ashes, gone and inhospitable.

They tried to stop it, built walls and shelters to hide from it, but as it grew it moved faster and faster, killing all they knew.

But the world did not want to die.

It wanted its birds and trees and water and fish and rocks and bugs and everything to survive.

It did not want its creations, all its work, to die.

It would not let this disease kill everything it had made.

But it could not stop its corruption.

So it cut off part of itself,

severed off a section of world before the plague infected it,

and this small fraction of the great world survived,

on its own,

forcibly abandoned by its creator,

in isolation,

alone,

but alive.

That is the world we know today,

The sole surviving piece of a world once much greater, bigger,

Incomplete but existing,

a miracle, from a sacrifice.

Weaving and turning and bending and stretching, comparison and compression a new world was formed, covering the progress of previous generations, the work of people with five fingers and multi-colored skin. Our world evolving, changing, destroying and making, giving and taking. Until it was just as it was before. But with overflowing greenery that climbs it's way up and over, through and through, to fill the cracks of the building we once occupied. The lush grass covering the cracked and shaky roads, while this world slowly erodes and starts anew. And through it all a new life emerges uprooted from the dewy grass, with five-fingered hands and brown eyes. Tanned skin and white teeth. Ladies and gentlemen I introduce Adam & Eve...2.0.

In the beginning. I was not consulted. My approval was not necessary to be. So often times I was disregarded. Coming up you see? Any opinions I presented thoughtfully we’re laughed at. Went so far as calling me retarded. Mocked by adults once my. For acting my. Showing their age. Instilling in me for a time considerable unnerving rage.

Which in turn generally resulted in producing that I’d previously pleaded for less intensely. Dually noted. Bookmarked by the humiliation endured for to sheepishly quoting. By the babbling buffoons on the other side of my peep holes.

Hell before the so called great minds of this planets got around to communicating with me. I’d had already been engaged in such with my head’ shoulders, knees, and toes for some time. Before we next spoke I swore to them in their language the best I could.

"This is no fucking joke. You got any brains up there. A Dead head would at least have a few far flung ideas."

Again they mocked my attempts to wheel and deal. So I screamed.

"Look at me! Count and subtract nine from ten"

Exposing just one middle finger.

“I left only one you understand? Two my contempt for you may not expose”

I thought for sure. This time I wouldn’t be taking so lightly. They thought how peculiar. Pulled out their phones. And recorded themselves making a fool out of me. Went so far as uploading it to YouTube. So I can forever be That Dude. That tiny pissed off little dude giving everyone the bird on YouTube. How thoughtful.

"In the beginning"

You have their word. And you can trust such will serve themselves in the end.

In the beginning,

I didn’t think to look to the end.

And so

Ultimately

It was just that-

Our beginning-

That ended me.

And then there was everything. But before everything had spread it was one thing and that one things name was Ayomide. Now, since Ayomide was everything, it meant they had nothing. Was surrounded by a constant, silent, nothing. As quickly as Ayomide came into birth, they drew tired of that constant, silent, nothing and began to instead look inside themselves to get away from it. You see Ayomide was made out of drega, which is a type of mystical gas, and when they began to ball themselves up to take a closer look, well we all know what happens when gas compacts itself too tightly. Thus the universe was born through the death of an understandably bored deity.

In the beginning, there was murk. It was smooth and inert in ultimate entropy.

Specks fluctuated in dissimilarity. They ionized; they attracted and repelled. Many coalesced and then imploded upon their own weight. Density ignited explosive fusion. Dancing implosions and explosions tripped the light fantastic. It was heat; it was good.

When their fuel was exhausted, implosion won, then explosion was final, welding heavier and heavier bits and pieces that could attract and repel, then coalesce, to make even heavier bits and pieces.

And amino acids.

A new gestalt emerged from the bits and pieces...and amino acids...and heat. Neurotransmitters navigated synapses and lit them up. It was thought; it was enlightenment; it was good.

Sentients arose in wild genetic experiments that either succeeded or failed. Most failed.

Some succeeded and improved their existential machines with nutrition, codification of laws, and benevolence. But even some successful ones failed, with poisons, ignoring laws, and malevolence. Beautiful dreams danced with horrific nightmares and tripped the glare tragidramatic.

Everything was important, sustaining the hubris until the fuel was exhausted. And so it was that the bits and pieces of the sentients were sent into the murk to coalesce anew. Stay tuned.

In the new beginning...

In the beginning there was only one deity, the goddess. The goddess was lazy one and would just sleep for millenniums at a time. However, one time was different the goddess awoken from her slumber and looked around. Seeing nothing but emptiness the goddess attempted to fall back asleep, but the goddess was having trouble sleeping. So the goddess decided to go exploring, but seeing nothing but darkness in the universe. The goddess wanted some type of entertainment so she could return to her slumber. The goddess decided then to bless the universe and all the particles in it.

The goddess reached her hands out and gathered all the particles in the universe, gave them her blessing and blew them from her hands as if blowing snow. The particles started to interact with each other and slowly the universe that we know now started building. The goddess tired after doing something for the first time in her existence fell back into a deep slumber.

Her slumber lasted for millions of years this time and the universe was allowed to grow on its own. When the goddess finally reawakened she was greeted with lights like she has never seen. Her eyes lit up with wonder and she decided to explore her universe. As the goddess looked around at the different worlds she has created. Some hot, some cold, others big, and some very small. She was filled with curiosity and explored around her garden for thousands of years. During her travels she came across a medium sized planet, but this planet had a lot of things the goddess has never seen. Animals, water, and plants, the goddess was in awe and decided to come down to the planet. Seeing from above just how much the planet had the goddess decided to be efficient in her exploration. She decided to break herself into four different parts and spread them across this new world.

The goddess after breaking herself into four different beings grew tired again. The excitement has finally caught up to her after many millenniums. The goddess wanted to see more however so she made a fifth being by putting the divinity of the four together. This fifth being became the goddess's main body. She decided to leave each of the four beings with a trace of her divinity so they could move alone. The divinity connected the main body with the other four. So she could share their experiences even while sleep, as if having a vivid dream. The goddess satisfied with this dream fell asleep and has yet to wake up again.

The remaining story is about the travels of the four copies the goddess left, of their travels around the world. But this is a story for another time.