The Creation Story
Mother Earth always wins.
In the first final days, when She was almost overcome by the damage that Her children had wrought to Her, the moon could no longer hear the voice of her lover through the thick, dark mass of the parasitic wretches which bled Her dry. It is said that in an all-consuming fury the moon used her strength to call up the bloated seas, which rose and swallowed every structure, every city, every ostentatious monument to human arrogance, every creature. As a cleansing flood razed the ground, fire from the heavens streaked to Her surface unimpeded by atmosphere, and the moon wept as she watched her love endure the brutal treatment required to free Her of Her sickness, of Her children. When the ordeal concluded, She lay bare and heaving; weak but not destroyed, aching with relief and mourning. Seeing how her beloved suffered still, the moon’s tears grew so great that they fell from her full face. Where they fell they blessed the ground like a balm, easing Her pains and filling the ground with Life and Growth once again. Soothed at last She allowed herself to fall into deep slumber, cradled in the embrace of the moon.
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