When my consciousness broke free from the chaos, I looked down and saw familiar blue patterns: the folds of the Pacific Ocean, the rise of Mount Everest, and the star maps humanity had embroidered on my skin with its lights.
I had become Earth.
The two-legged creatures I once regarded as specks of dust were now connected to my breath in countless ways. Some planted seeds in the Amazon rainforest, some switched on searchlights in the Mariana Trench, some made wishes beneath the stars, and others rebuilt their homes atop the ruins.
But they didn't know that the planet beneath their feet had opened its eyes.
I heard the brittle crack of glaciers melting, smelled the choking, rusty fumes from factory chimneys, and felt the craters left by war still burning hot. As human civilization carved ever deeper scars into my body, I began to wonder: should I be as forgiving as a mother, or should I teach these “children” a lesson as a planet?
Stranger still, the secrets buried deep within the Earth, the whispers of ancient civilizations, and even the gaze of beings from beyond the cosmos were creeping into my consciousness, bit by bit, through the cracks between tectonic plates.
It turned out that becoming Earth was only the beginning of true loneliness. I bore the weight of all life, yet no one could understand my heartbeat.
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