
The Age of Gaia
盖亚的纪元
- Status
- Completed
- Length
- 30k Words
- Genre
- Short Story
- Subgenre
- Ancient and Modern Stories
- Updated
- 11mo ago
- Source
- Qidian
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21Chapters
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An epic of planetary life, inviting you to experience 4.6 Billion years of romance and loneliness.
Darkness is a creeping cemetery The turbulent flow of gravity tears at my newborn appearance That fiery wound is the last impression of my hometown I can only rush in hastily in the gap of destruction Spin is the only armor Crashed the front with countless cold obstacles The dust and sand dragged behind are frozen tears Until I hear you calling, penetrating the illusion The cold sight Peeping in the abyss But the direction of return has been engraved on the core of the star I am a wandering star wreckage, rushing to the warm other side In the purgatory of double stars, I learned the palm of gravity Gathering the wreckage into a watch, named the moon of Wei Farewell to the dying elder, taking over the weight of inheritance I am a wandering star wreckage, I am the era of Gaia My departure It is the echo of home to the wanderer The nebula is a gentle dream The colorful veil brushes away my scars and mud The edge touched by curiosity is the first promise of life Sinking into a lucid dream about the origin And the silence will always be broken The frozen army is the silent giver The gift of life is engraved in the ceremony of impact That grand baptism It's called gaining The cold sight is still clinging behind me But the fertile me is no longer as fragile as before I am a wandering star body rushing to the warmer place In the dream of the nebula, I draw the pattern of life Reshape the battlefield of my body with the ice and fire of the comet Farewell to the dying elder and take over the weight of inheritance I am a wandering star body I am the era of Gaia My departure is the song of life to the universe I look back and the journey is lost The broken star field sinks into the ocean of time I move forward, calling in my ears The other side of the light is the hometown I pursue I am... The era of Gaia... My departure... It is homecoming...
The universe actually teaches "parenting lessons"
Metaphor: The universe actually talks about "parenting" The whole article is the space version of "single-parent children looking for their mothers": Home = the sun Scars = the protoplanetary disk was stripped off by the wind of early stars Predators = wandering black holes/companion star disturbances Jupiter = gatekeepers, not letting you have a physical examination before falling in love (colliding with the earth)