We see things differently, you and me...well, at least we did back then...these days, i dont see at all (probably because im dead), but it wasnt always that way...for the most part of my life, the world was a haze, shrouded behind a veil of fuzzy cotton and a cheap plastic lid...the world was a mystery, and none of us had the grey matter we needed to solve it...
Our universe was small, a cylindrical semi-transparent cage that held a hundred of us closer together than we woulda liked to have been...our roof was shut tight and there was nowhere to go...it wouldnt have made much difference if it were open...inanimate objects tend not to move around very much....
All we had for company were each other, and the great unknown that lay beyond our milky-transluscent prison...we were happy though...all we ever did was talk, and life was a ball...All of that changed, though, the moment our universe got swept away...
I remember it like it was yesterday...There i was, chatting up this hot pink cutip, when gravity decided to change direction......a dark shadow seemed to have our entire universe in its mighty grasp, and it soon occured to us that whatever this magnificent force was, it was bringing everything we knew somewhere else...
Our universe shook and trembled in the tight grip of the malignant shadow, but after a while, the shaking stopped, the shadow vanished, and stability was restored...The chaos and panic that ensued, however, was extreme...theories were thrown around, but nobody could really offer a reasonable explanation...and then the unthinkable happened...
The cheap plastic lid that shielded us from the great unknown twisted itself off, and lo and behold, the heavens were revealed to us in greater clarity than we thought possible..Our shouts were silenced by the spectacle, and every one of us was too awestruck to speak...at least until more of the unthinkable happened...again...
A dark, giant mass, with five enormous tendrils, swooped down towards our portal from the heavens...two of the tendrils clasped between them a yellow cutip, and yanked it out from among us....before any of us had the time to scream, the tendrils and the yellow cutip had vanished, as if they had never existed, and a while later, our portal to the heavens was sealed shut again...
Day after day, the process repeated itself....our numbers dwindled, and it wasnt long before one of the wiser amongst us suggested prayer to the mighty abductor as a way to appease it...and so we prayed...we prayed all day and all night, but still, without fail, everyday soon after the rising of the great light, one of us would be taken...
When we realised that our prayers were not working, we turned on each other...we accused the other of not praying hard enough, and soon whatever affection we once held for each other had melted under the heat of our mistrust...
When there were only ten of us left, our suspicion of the other had developed into a hatred so vile that it left no room for reason...we prayed and we prayed, and we hated each other as hard as we prayed, and ineveitably, with the rising of the great light that came each day, another would be taken...
I was the last of two cutips left after all the rest had been taken...we were by this point too numb to hate, as despair and fear had sapped us of the energy needed for contempt...we decided then to look to reason and to acknowledge that the only things we had worth living for were each other...we formed a desperate kinship that day, and for the first time in as long a time as i could remember, existence seemed worthwhile....
The next day, he was taken, and i was the last one left..i was grateful for the sense of friendship i had rediscovered the day before, and rejuvenated by this, i was no longer afraid...when the dark mass with its sinister tendrils came for me, i was happy that i had managed to make peace with myself...
The End.
And the moral of the story is............
Whatever the hell you want it to be.....
This is Dreamer, Signing out.
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