The Night’s Diamond Tears
By Ariel Clark
Raging rivers of void sloshed through the skies, threatening to consume the planet whole. The only thing preventing the darkness from swallowing everything was a large, whitened eye glaring down upon those daring to venture into the world at such a dangerous time. People disappeared, after all. The eternal darkness spared none who tested their limits of mortality while so close to the embrace of death itself. Of erasure.
It had been this way for a long time. Since the beginning of existence itself there had been two deities to help hoist the sky and protect each planet from an untimely demise. The first was a burning ball of heat, expelling away all darkness from its centralized location. In exchange, it lost the ability to move and was forced to watch as the planets it protected risked destruction on the sides not covered by the flame’s protective grasp. Then, another deity formed. This one was full of ice which stole the heat of the sun in order to project it onto the areas of each planet that were spun away from the safe embrace of fire. This deity was shattered into several pieces, each granted the ability to move around individual planets with the cost of being not nearly as strong as the eternal flame.
It was not long before their combined effort fostered into something more than just orbs floating in the expanse of Nothing. Soon, a planet gave birth to populace. Being the prime distance from both deities it was able to siphon the fire of what they called the Sun and harness the icy grasp of what was deemed the Moon. Species filtered in and out of its existence, constantly changing as time waned further onwards. Though try as they might, the deities were unable to cultivate the same environment in the other planets that orbited around their small system. No matter how many chunks of Moon they had, or how many flares of solar power they stole in order to grow, they simply couldn’t recreate the conditions maintained by the special planet.
When the first specie of their small planet went extinct, the sky wept. The Sun flared out and the Moon gushed forth watery spurts. These flares and streams weaved together in the sky. Until, finally, a droplet formed. These droplets began to speckle the voice, chasing away the danger of Nothingness and brightening up the endless expanse. The Sun and the Moon looked out with awe at their creation before relishing in pride as they watched these speckles form into small deities based off of themselves. It wasn’t long before word of the special planet had gotten around and the other solar systems began to experiment and try to create another planet of interest.
The skies watched as new specie inhabited the planet and cried more tears of joy once realizing that all was not lost. They watched in fascination at all the different forms and ideals of each individual creature. One of great interest had called themselves Humans. They harbored, akin to other beings, many variants in their specie. Unlike other beings, however, they populated virtually the entire planet. The ones on one continent thought different thoughts than the ones on another. Yet still, the deities loved them. Even as they waged war and plotted against one-another. Even as they forgave and forgot. They were a creation, and creation was beautiful.
It had been this way for a long time. Since the beginning of existence itself there had been two deities to help hoist the sky and protect each planet from an untimely demise. The first was a burning ball of heat, expelling away all darkness from its centralized location. In exchange, it lost the ability to move and was forced to watch as the planets it protected risked destruction on the sides not covered by the flame’s protective grasp. Then, another deity formed. This one was full of ice which stole the heat of the sun in order to project it onto the areas of each planet that were spun away from the safe embrace of fire. This deity was shattered into several pieces, each granted the ability to move around individual planets with the cost of being not nearly as strong as the eternal flame.
It was not long before their combined effort fostered into something more than just orbs floating in the expanse of Nothing. Soon, a planet gave birth to populace. Being the prime distance from both deities it was able to siphon the fire of what they called the Sun and harness the icy grasp of what was deemed the Moon. Species filtered in and out of its existence, constantly changing as time waned further onwards. Though try as they might, the deities were unable to cultivate the same environment in the other planets that orbited around their small system. No matter how many chunks of Moon they had, or how many flares of solar power they stole in order to grow, they simply couldn’t recreate the conditions maintained by the special planet.
When the first specie of their small planet went extinct, the sky wept. The Sun flared out and the Moon gushed forth watery spurts. These flares and streams weaved together in the sky. Until, finally, a droplet formed. These droplets began to speckle the voice, chasing away the danger of Nothingness and brightening up the endless expanse. The Sun and the Moon looked out with awe at their creation before relishing in pride as they watched these speckles form into small deities based off of themselves. It wasn’t long before word of the special planet had gotten around and the other solar systems began to experiment and try to create another planet of interest.
The skies watched as new specie inhabited the planet and cried more tears of joy once realizing that all was not lost. They watched in fascination at all the different forms and ideals of each individual creature. One of great interest had called themselves Humans. They harbored, akin to other beings, many variants in their specie. Unlike other beings, however, they populated virtually the entire planet. The ones on one continent thought different thoughts than the ones on another. Yet still, the deities loved them. Even as they waged war and plotted against one-another. Even as they forgave and forgot. They were a creation, and creation was beautiful.
Writer's Statement: I am obsessed with celestial bodies and other poetic wordings/ideas. There wasn't really anything that prompted this outside of "oh, stars are the tears of the night." I hope everyone can appreciate the poetic tone I decided to go with.