Over millions of years, the rock has diverged and converged

stretched and shrank.

First came the young unfinished planet, its seams

spewing out its core.

Battered by millions of small assailants, it hurtled through

the boundless expanse that is the astral plane.

But over the astral plane’s horizon, the young planet could see

the divine light.

It was a strange light; it meant good times and sunny days

zipping around and around again.

The young planet then realized that it was going to miss

the light.

It had to do something. It reached out with its magnetic field.

It beckoned a big piece of rock closer, closer, closer …

WHAM!

The young planet was hit with the force of ten thousand

atom bombs

To change its chaotic and hopeless course to one

with purpose.

The young planet could feel the warmth hitting its

mangled and raw skin

The ice it held just above its dead cold core for so long

had begun to melt.

The strange new liquid rushed up through the slowly

heating ground,

Welling craters and cracks on its skin.

The water felt good on the young planet’s marred

and wounded skin.

Light shined down on the planet’s surface.

The first sunrise.