It all began with a muted explosion. A magnificent outburst of bright colors racing through the cold, dark nothingness of space. A fantastic light show to be sure. Tiny specs of sand swiftly beginning to take shape into beautiful elegant pearls. Stars danced through the atmosphere, finally beginning to settle down among the vast blackness. Some would continue to evolve, forming into deeply complex planets. Thus began a plethora of intensely beautiful galaxies and the foundation of all life. This is how we came to be.
I am Earth; one of the great planets that make up the solar system of this galaxy. I'm the third oldest of my seven siblings: Mercury, Venus, Mars, Jupiter, Saturn, Neptune, and Uranus. We dwell here with our little cousin, Pluto and good friend, The Majestic Sun. My favorite thing is to spend time with those that I'm close to. We've been through thick and thin together, and will always by each others axis's. But being so close also has its down-sides.
Long ago, I was the victim of a terrible meteor accident, and I haven't been the same since. The catastrophe killed my children and left me in an ice age of depression. My skies froze. My rivers and streams frosted over until my fields and savannas were no more. My pitiful existence left my remaining loved ones in a ruin of freezing despair, identical to erie void of my cousin Pluto. I felt like a failure and just didn't know what to do. How painful it is to helplessly exist as your family bears witness to your trauma.
Since then, I have mostly recovered, though I will always live with the pain of my incredible loss. I have gifted my new children with comfort and fantastic sights. I used my talents and worked to angle myself perfectly so the brilliant sun beams can dance about the vibrant colors of autumn; the fresh scents of spring can wafer about the dewy newborn grasses; and angelical flowers can sway among the still and warm summer days. I have worked extensively to protect my children as best I can. It is my job as mother. My resources, however, are swiftly depleting because the pursuit of selfish pleasure is all my children have come to know and they will settle for nothing less. They have begun to take me for granted. They have forgotten the sacrifices I have made for them. They no longer understand the hardships that come with keeping the air clean and the water pure.
Will they recognize my new pain, and this time, come to my rescue?
