The shipwreck seemed devastatingly glorious for some reason. The treasures strewn about like stars in the deep blue sea, dark creatures roaming about the massive chunk of man’s rage. Tentacles, claws anything one can relate to demise. The sea-green water got darker every minute, and the mist above the sea got thicker. As dark clouds shadow the Earth, the mist made underwater seem like a black-hole from where no light escapes, except of course the light of the gold coins shining oblivious to the bloodshed they had witnessed.
The ship rose, it followed no sense of gravity. It kept rising like someone was boosting it up to heaven, as it was a vessel of God. It rose above the mist so high into the clouds, not a piece of it remained at sea; soon it was out of view and probably out of Earth. It had probably gone to be a star, an example of human destruction, for the entire universe to see while looking up at the night sky.
The dark creatures grabbed at the golden treasure and poked at the green emerald, blue sapphire and red rubies. All these jewels excavated from Earth’s deepest points returned back to the sand. The dead human flesh was torn apart and consumed by the monsters, the sacrifice forgotten and unnecessary.
The mist disappeared; stars appeared with one new edition, presumably the wrecked ship. The stars shone brightly along with the moon’s neutral calmness. The moon pulled at the waters trying to save it from being crazed by centuries of human lunacy. But alas, it was helpless. The moon turned blue at the thought of all the fires and the smoke and the rage.
The universe wanted to relieve itself of all these core images, the pressure, the heat, and so a star would explode releasing an extreme amount of pressure. The explosion created magical dust, which would disappear immediately, teleporting itself to the human run planet, and exploding forming a barrier across Earth, making a sparkly atmosphere and the sky glow. The nebulas formed as the last reminder to act upon the images, to act at what universe is displaying.
The frozen sea looked upon the dust filled atmosphere, waiting to do its magic. The ice cracked, water formed, the sea got a new sense of confidence with the magical dust hovering over, it pushed its waves across Earth engulfing lands as if they were light as air, the Earth became a whirlpool of sea-green. The sea kept stretching until there was no more land.
The dust looked upon the seas work and then it settled slowly into the raging waters calming them down and made them sparkle with happiness and brightness. The joined their blue compatriots all blend with them, rejuvenating them.
Out of the ashes of cooled down rage, a new world was formed, a magical world, where the waters glowed, the mountains rose touching the clouds and embellished themselves with greenery as the moisture touched them. The land gave life to creatures of never-ending determination and beauty. The sky with a mixture of twilight colours during the day and purple with care during the night as the moon shone over the changed planet. And the stars, as ever, twinkled with memories, and far away shone a star at the centre of the universe, showing every existent living and non-living bodies, the power of apocalypse!
Hasta la Vista,
K
