Lost In Dreaming

“In my dreaming, I made you,” speaks Gaia. “Sol grows weaker… hungrier. I have no desire to be eaten. Though I seem timeless, I am not. My desire for immortality is as great as any other. I want to be loved enough to be saved, so I birthed intelligent children who could manipulate their world.

“I failed to recognize that everything has to it a prescribed season; that thwarting God’s plan can awaken His wrath. I will not, after all, end in the fires of the sun, but by my own hand – as it is channeled through you, beloved children.”