The Celestial and the Earth

[EdgedThesis]

I'm currently working on a collection of short stories that are backed by morals. It is meant for a more modern time than the virtues found in Aesop's.

 

 

 

As part of my project, I want to ask what themes and ideas you glean from this little story, which eventually will become part of a collection.

 

 

 

 

 

The Celestial and the Earth

 

 

 

It was beautiful. A glorious blue gem that sparkled in the middle of the bleak darkness. It was a beacon of hope to all those who laid their eyes upon it. The cosmic jewel was so vibrant, so lively, and with so much potential. The Celestial, a bodiless presence that floated through the cosmos, dived down through its blue skies. The aquamarine facets that had been a part of a sparkling emerald and sapphire jewel revealed themselves to be lights reflected off of something more precious than any stone.

 

 

 

It was water. The ethereal Celestial sensed the humidity in the air, and relished in its very existence. The joy of flying was enhanced by the joy of this place. This galactic gem. It twirled through the air, laughing a crystalline, chiming laugh that nobody could hear, or existed to hear.

 

 

 

The winds pushed the disembodied soul towards the glittering blue surface of the oceans, and a smile that only it could sense played across its face. A hand, that physically did not, and could not, exist gently touched the surface. Though the fingers that dipped into the water were without mass, the liquid parted. The smile on the Celestials face, her face, widened as it presented this wonderful world with a gift. As if the contents of the package it sent into the depths of the seas was a secret, meant to surprise beings from elsewhere, she laughed that beautiful laugh. And then she departed.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Days later, years later, millennia later, she returned. Where was the gem that she had seen before? Where was it hidden? After years, even decades, of searching, she caught a glimpse of its light. But this light did not come from that beautiful planet, it came from a hunk of hard, ugly metal that floated past the pale white sister of her beloved world.

 

 

 

It appeared to be sailing, perhaps outward to the farthest reaches of the giant necklace of precious stone that orbited the yellow star at the core of the system. She glided past the metal to her favourite jewel, and pierced through the fog that surrounded it. What was this smog? It had a certain something that left a bad taste in her mouth. Could it be that the gift she had presented this world created this? No. Impossible!

 

 

 

She glided through the skies and saw glints of light flicker upon the surface of what had been emerald continents. They were four legged creatures, joyfully running through the plains. The Celestial smiled. Her gift had come to fruition.

 

 

 

Columns of smoke and fog rose in the distance, however. She flew towards the grey, nebulous presences with eyes filled with hatred. And then she saw them. Cyclopean buildings of mortar and stone, dominating the landscape. They would have been beautiful, if not for the fog. The Celestials eyes tried to pierce through the mist, and geometric figures leapt out at her as she did. A crescent here, and a cross there. What seemed like star danced in front of her eyes as well, its six-sided beauty at a rough contrast to the surrounding grey. Only rare balls of light pierced through the fog here.

 

 

 

The Celestial looked into the distance. There were even more buildings that erupted in smog. Tiny glints of dimming lights, walking upon two legs, exited them and disappeared into the distance. She glimpsed inside the building, and caught what appeared to be a black board, with white lines scrawled across it. Tiny light sources, also bipedal, sat in chairs and desks in front of it as the malicious grey enveloped them. Only the occasional emission of light would light up the grey world as one of the little bipeds raised a hand.

 

 

 

A tear that only existed in the ethereal mind of the Celestial dripped down an equally non-existent cheek. Her gift had come to this?

 

 

 

She caught a beam of luminescence shoot up into the skies through the fog several miles away, and a spark of hope ignited within her. She was almost blinded by the luminous shafts as she glided towards another of those creature-created edifices. This one, lined with light, was indeed a work of art. She observed, through windows and open doors, the bipedal sources of energy that she had seen from afar. She saw them perform tests, and record notes. Watched them debate and discuss. Heard them whisper to themselves before sleep.

 

 

 

The Celestial glided up through the clear skies above this house of purity, but caught the scent of the smog once more. She realized what it was.

 

 

 

It had been a long time since she had seeded a planet, and was beginning to lose memory of how the metaphysical essences of life felt like. Smelled like, she thought, as she wrinkled her nose.

 

 

 

Of course, the lights were easy. Nothing could make here forget what those signified: pure thought. Untainted by predispositions or pre-programmed knowledge.

 

 

 

But it was a long time since she had scented the stench of grey ignorance. She looked down towards the planet, and towards the columns of light that periodically erupted through opaque skies into the dark void of space. She was not usually religious, but she sent a prayer to whatever could respond: please let this world be purified by its peoples.

 

 

 

With a burst of energy, she left the star system, the galaxy, and finally floated in the dark spaces that dominate the universe. Soon she would return, to see if the battle of light against dark had been won.

 

 

 

Soon she would return, to see whether her gift of life had been in utter vain, or had been a sincere contribution to the galaxy.

[EdgedThesis]

I don't know how to get indent properly. Damn.

 

 

 

Anyway, try and cut through the walls of text and try to find some moral or virtue.

[Bluejayfan94]

I don't know how to get indent properly. Damn.

 

 

 

Anyway, try and cut through the walls of text and try to find some moral or virtue.

 

 

 

TIF allows no Indenting. Just Space out the paragraphs with a quick press of "Enter" or "Return." Simple :ugeek:

[EdgedThesis]

Thanks for the advice. Varrock Library seems a lot more barren than what it used to be.

[Harakiri]

Because me, Xewleer, Archimage, Zonorch, strat, hiitchiiker, unoalexi, powerent, and others do not use it as much anymore...Xewleer is somewhere else right now or something cuz' he is never not on here this long...IDK...I like deviant art a bit more...more freedom to write stuff...

[Bluejayfan94]

Because me, Xewleer, Archimage, Zonorch, strat, hiitchiiker, unoalexi, powerent, and others do not use it as much anymore...Xewleer is somewhere else right now or something cuz' he is never not on here this long...IDK...I like deviant art a bit more...more freedom to write stuff...

 

 

 

Eh, I like both... but, DA sucks cause I can't post my vids