- Currently I'm working on the concept for a world I plan to use as the setting for a few stories. In the end this will most likely be the prologue. -
The Great Muse looked about the universe, admiring her masterpiece with content. She extended her arm to the right, watching as the light of countless stars lit her translucent limb. She extended her arm to the left, admiring the millions of galaxies she had shaped with her hands. She cradled the universe she had built around herself with affection, unable to stop loving the existence she had made.
As she swept through her endless work, she paused to watch a planet forming. Swirling masses of gas and debris from a long dead star swirled about in the cosmic wind. With gentle fingers she gently swirled the dust, stirring into the mix a new element: the potential for life. That done, the Great Muse drifted farther into the universe, the light of the stars washing unknowingly over their creator.
Time passed as it always did, a moment to her was centuries to her world. She watched sun’s collapse into voids that drew into them all but the Creator herself. She sprinkled stars here and there, forming constellations on simple whims. Eventually she drifted back to her little planet.
As she approached she sensed the very reason she created such life: hope. Awash with joy, she swept into the atmosphere to see what this world had yielded. Her little world and its lives had named themselves already. The planet was named earth, and its wisest lives had named themselves humans. Amused, she watched them progress through time, ever striving to be more.
She smiled, a mother proud of her children. She withdrew, ready to see what her universe had made for itself in her absence. As she slipped away, a cry for help made her return. Her little blue world was crying. The lives upon it were hurting each other, their self obsession blinding them to the hurt they caused to the other lives of Earth. Disappointment washed over the Great Muse. Every time she created life it would hope, aspire, and then, when it was at its peak, it would slip into a self destructive behavior she could not right. Was it impossible to create intelligent lives without them turning away from hope and all she wished for them? This one too would fall, perhaps never seeing it to migrating away from the solar system before it died.
The Great Muse caressed Earth, seeking the hope she had planted there before its birth. Hope remained, but it was weak and masked by so many other things she had not wished to exist in her masterpiece. Thinking not to let it go on, she slowed time, to all but her time went on unhindered, but to the Great Muse time had come to a near halt. Would she end it now, or would she let this generation live on?
As she pondered, a small force reached up and brushed her cheek. Her eyes, glowing with the light of creation, turned to focus on the little blue planet. Rising from the mind’s and hearts of Earth’s lives was something new, something akin to hope. Something she had not created. Curious she shrank, slipping through the clouds and into the world of men. The force was alien to the Great Muse, and this pleased her. She was drawn to it and she followed a tendril of the force to its source.
A small human, a girl, lay curled under a soft blanket, eyes shut tight. The Great Muse observed the child. She was sleeping; all lives had to sleep, even if sleep was death. The Great Muse gently touched the child’s crown and was instantly drawn into something wondrous. All the colors of existence, all the sounds of life, all the sights that could ever be: all these were dancing about in a world that was not quite tangent. Thoughts drawn from the deepest recesses of the human mind came forth and gave life to a dream. It was hope and it was imagination. For a sleepless being like the great muse, this was a novelty experience.
For many weeks, ever existing in slowed time, the Great Muse explored dreams. Unique to each human they were like miniature universes in themselves. In her mind they were akin to hope, the most precious element she had ever discovered. When she finally happened upon nightmares, she did not see them as terrible, but as incentive, as a challenge. Overcoming ones fears was also a kind of hope.
This subconscious world so please the great muse, she soon became inspired. She would have her own dream, one where hope could never be lost and the lives within it would ever strive to attain the ultimate goal. A dream where there was always more to learn and more to achieve, a dream where there was always something to add. It would be her dream, her wish: her shining star of hope where she could turn when she became discouraged.
The great muse withdrew from earth and allowed time to resume its usual course. She spun in the universe, gathering stars to her like a cape, adorning her fingers with shining suns and pinning her hair with glowing moons. She ascended through the universe, reaching its limit and carefully slipping out without letting her work spill into the empty space of unexistence.
The Great Muse reached into her own heart and began her work. She would name it Saase, and it would be the Great Dream.
!, thats a really cool story, good job, very very nice. i didnt knotice any mistakes, except i noticed that the font was large.... any reason for that? anyway please continue writing this.
