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AstroSparrow
18 Just treading my way through this amazing journey called life as a Newbie. Hope to encounter some fun people along the way! :D
It was a normal day, 66 Million years ago Majestic Creatures were roaming on our planet Eating, Playing, Sleeping Living a life which was about to be cut short... A Cosmic invader flew past the Moon silently Intending to strike the Blue marble. To wipe the beauty of this Fantastic world… The invader struck the Atmosphere at impossible speeds But, just like a Protective Mother, The atmosphere took the Last Stand against this Invader. It tried everything in its power to keep the invader out. Burning the Invader with the heat of a Star Shaving off its surface with Friction Turning itself into a wall of fire and plasma All to protect the Children it gave rise to, To protect its Garden from being violently uprooted But ultimately, The Atmosphere yielded… It had to in the face of such a Cosmic Force The invader struck one of the Blue Oceans. The ocean rose impossibly high and flooded inland Fire rained down from the heavens itself The ground Trembled with impossible force Magma Poured out from volcanoes clouding the Skies in dark soot Photosynthesis collapsed, Creatures starved, silence took life’s place The Atmosphere Sobbed… Turning grey in the guilt of not being able to protect its children But… when the soot cleared When the oceans retreated When the ground calmed down Against all odds, Life had prevailed The Atmosphere although Guilt-ridden, nurtured its remaining children in an effort to rebuild the Beauty of this incredible Planet Eventually giving rise to a bipedal creature Eons in the future Capable of understanding the Apocalypse that had once played out The Apocalypse that gave rise to it And unknowingly, Sheds a Tear for all the lives lost in it….
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Apr 3
Apr 3, 2026 at 11:00 AM UTC
One Last Stand
It was a normal day, 66 Million years ago Majestic Creatures were roaming on our planet Eating, Playing, Sleeping Living a life which was about to be cut short... A Cosmic invader flew past the Moon silently Intending to strike the Blue marble. To wipe the beauty of this Fantastic world… The invader struck the Atmosphere at impossible speeds But, just like a Protective Mother, The atmosphere took the Last Stand against this Invader. It tried everything in its power to keep the invader out. Burning the Invader with the heat of a Star Shaving off its surface with Friction Turning itself into a wall of fire and plasma All to protect the Children it gave rise to, To protect its Garden from being violently uprooted But ultimately, The Atmosphere yielded… It had to in the face of such a Cosmic Force The invader struck one of the Blue Oceans. The ocean rose impossibly high and flooded inland Fire rained down from the heavens itself The ground Trembled with impossible force Magma Poured out from volcanoes clouding the Skies in dark soot Photosynthesis collapsed, Creatures starved, silence took life’s place The Atmosphere Sobbed… Turning grey in the guilt of not being able to protect its children But… when the soot cleared When the oceans retreated When the ground calmed down Against all odds, Life had prevailed The Atmosphere although Guilt-ridden, nurtured its remaining children in an effort to rebuild the Beauty of this incredible Planet Eventually giving rise to a bipedal creature Eons in the future Capable of understanding the Apocalypse that had once played out The Apocalypse that gave rise to it And unknowingly, Sheds a Tear for all the lives lost in it….
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The Brush…. The Brush that is said to be used by God themself to paint life into existence The Brush that was passed through every being in this cosmos through the “Ether” From the Cavemen writing their quiet story onto the walls of some unknown cave From Aristotle in his Beautiful Thoughts to Da Vinci’s numerous Imaginations. From Michelangelo’s Sistine Chapel to Galileo’s First Ever Telescope. From Newton’s never-ending quest to understand our world to The Poets who are able to express the inner thoughts of their Soul itself. From Photographers looking for that “Perfect Shot” to The Graceful Movements of a Dancer on a Quiet Stage. From a Scientist working in a Lab trying to find something that would explain it all to A Young child who is drawing what he thinks is the picture of God. The Brush, which is said to be the very tool that god used to paint the universe. The very Brush that was passed down by some of History’s greatest Personalities. The Brush that was within every peasant that had no mention anywhere at all… The Brush that existed deep within the beautiful minds and souls of all who walked this Earth And who knows how many more such planets beyond…. That Brush finally arrives to You…. The cycle doesn’t end here. No It has only just begun You too have the ability to use that very Brush. That Brush, which was named “Imagination” by some and “Creativity” by others. But no matter what it was named as… It still exists deep within your very soul…. It is now your time to realise its existence And use it to Paint wonders that this world has never seen before. Before it is passed down to another being not yet even born in some far-away place… Waiting to be realised once again….
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Jan 22
Jan 22, 2026 at 12:30 PM UTC
The Brush
The Brush…. The Brush that is said to be used by God themself to paint life into existence The Brush that was passed through every being in this cosmos through the “Ether” From the Cavemen writing their quiet story onto the walls of some unknown cave From Aristotle in his Beautiful Thoughts to Da Vinci’s numerous Imaginations. From Michelangelo’s Sistine Chapel to Galileo’s First Ever Telescope. From Newton’s never-ending quest to understand our world to The Poets who are able to express the inner thoughts of their Soul itself. From Photographers looking for that “Perfect Shot” to The Graceful Movements of a Dancer on a Quiet Stage. From a Scientist working in a Lab trying to find something that would explain it all to A Young child who is drawing what he thinks is the picture of God. The Brush, which is said to be the very tool that god used to paint the universe. The very Brush that was passed down by some of History’s greatest Personalities. The Brush that was within every peasant that had no mention anywhere at all… The Brush that existed deep within the beautiful minds and souls of all who walked this Earth And who knows how many more such planets beyond…. That Brush finally arrives to You…. The cycle doesn’t end here. No It has only just begun You too have the ability to use that very Brush. That Brush, which was named “Imagination” by some and “Creativity” by others. But no matter what it was named as… It still exists deep within your very soul…. It is now your time to realise its existence And use it to Paint wonders that this world has never seen before. Before it is passed down to another being not yet even born in some far-away place… Waiting to be realised once again….
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