In the event of exile to a new plain admits a desert of folks, kin, and animals triumphant in the ancestors that lost. A disfigured man half with skin alike but not black a white, no utters in sight, but skin clear to the ocean still pond. The gratitude's of knowledge and wisdoms of the insights of dangers confuses man to adventures of may lie to the mysteries and secrets of the world. The surface of where we walk to conquer and defeat the creatures and predators that cause catastrophes and despair amongst one's clan of people and the race of features are not hard to find. Being placed in world filled of evil with knowledge unjust to sobriety in not only the food we find, but every living thing controlling how we move with the actions and thoughts of the bare minimum of sin and moral. Every emotion liable to food eaten hinders the mood of a zombies with no consciousness. It's the life and dream fever to act upon these foods of dangers that allow many to evolve into a truth deemed for mystery. A token of love and reward for a creature of opposite kin has yet to posses but is in given as a bowl of fruit on thy head from seeds gathered. The walk is long but the world is free and up for grabs. When running and trucking the trees and in search of things no Adam has found no duplicate of mine can see, there's vouch for more. The father of creation throw in a dust bowl to create a paradise of our own with the creature distant than my own love of a different spectrum. But love wasn't what was encountered in a world of colorful positions and fruit in a Amazon conquered by buildings, cars, lands and oh my, what's next! The incapability to decorate a world in a organized manner only leads to destruction. Cast a new world, the beginning of one what should be made from the materials in front. Materials of trade, kids tooken from a dark side of a moon where time has no purpose in a barren world that has yet to build anything. To dig deeper in the world in the ground to build a cult, a gang, a society that shall know the truth of colors that can yet to be scene. Thy body and and armor deformed from the environment that has bestooken a unrivaled definition of defeat and heart attacks , blood shakes, adrenaline pumps, the trees block the view with only a pump of white flavors. In the distance stalks a mammoths and creatures of no other, from the bacteria that forms from atoms of spheres and triangles geometry of unknown, pulls life forces to a chemistry that makes flowers bloomed fresh and non polluted by dangers unadapted. Sheltered by the woods to make a comfort from wolves found to be friends to be domesticated anew, cats of baby jaguars to lead the way of what's to be seen as the greatest of friends. Where to lie in the lay of peace and not dangers. But even a cat knows adventure the high life of thrill to wonder in the caves in the venture of ore and material not know to man. The creature of utters not caring of the mysteries of the world but decorations of the flowers and fruits of plants and Mother Nature itself. Still the ores that rumble below in lost caverns unmarked from vile gases and heat beyond comprehension. The smell of that, that hasn't been exposed to pure air of oxygen enough to make you giggle among the death of lost children and breathen whom no longer know in generations of eons. Bubble up in pressure to create monstrosities of environments, but nonetheless new land. The lands of said pressure and heat and funny gas expand the world and pollute the dust boiled scavenged land in bacteria of new creatures where oceans is nothing to fear but what lies below. Weapons are a neccesity in defense of still waters and the beauty of ash to be made alike to snow of cold breaches.
Long before the sky turned blue and the seas sparkled, wild, and untamed. Rivers of fire flow endlessly, molten lava carving valleys and mountains across the newborn world. From the depths of this fiery chaos rose ores like no other, a swirling, glowing material of energy and potential. Wherever it flowed, carried minerals and molten crystals, tiny seeds of order hidden within the blazing currents. But the Materials alone could not create life. From the remnants of cosmic dust and chemical stirrings emerged Waste , a strange, humble entity made of forgotten organic matter. Though weak and overlooked, the Waste holds secrets of transformation. The carried residues of countless chemical reactions, the raw ingredients that, under the right conditions, could become more than waste—they could become life. This materials formed of Magma and the Waste meet in a quiet volcanic pool. The heat of the magma seeped into the Waste where new materials can recycle a form, and something extraordinary can corrode. Tiny sparks of life flickeres inside — the First Microbes, invisible yet powerful and a necessity to life, the tiny artisans of transformation. These microbes dance through the molten mixture, breaking down the forgotten materials, shaping them, and weaving new patterns. The first gases — methane and ammonia — rose like magical smoke, filling the air with energy and possibility, but not the funny kind. The Magma marvels at the microbes' work. The Look of these tiny creatures turn waste into treasure, chaos into structure.Together, the magma and microbes stir the pools, concentrating minerals and salts into gleaming crystals over and over again from waste to crystal, waste to crystal found deep in the labyrinths of adventures and journey of exploration. To the journey of the earth and center of a mass make materials with each one a tiny gem of potential. Some crystals were fragile and simple, others strong and enduring — the first building blocks of life. As cycles of heat, cooling, and flow repeated, the Earth itself began to change. The Magmas rivers solidified into mountains and valleys. The Waste spread nutrients and minerals across the land. The microbes, tireless in their work, transformed pockets of waste into fertile sediments, ready to host more complex forms of life representing flowers, poision and fruit of unknown. Slowly, very slowly, patterns emerged from chaos, and energy became concentrated into structures capable of growth, reproduction, and persistence.
Even the tiniest microbe felt the thrill of creation glowing with power. These atoms of no voice, no eyes, have purpose to create building blocks to decorate the lands in envy to the father that exiled creatures of unman and unknown. By transforming waste into nutrients and creating crystals from molten chaos, they had become the hidden architects of life, shaping a world that would one day teem with plants, animals, and, eventually, humans. This waste doesn't only lay in the ores and sediment in the depths of the earth but the waste of organic materials pressurized into gems.The Earth learns from their work. It becomes a place of cycles: fire and cooling, growth and decay, energy released and captured, minerals crystallized and recycled. The Magma seen as a source on infidelity, king to resources, once a force of chaos, now flowed with purpose, and the Waste, keeper of transformation. Together with the First Microbes, they formed a triumvirate of creation: lava, waste, and life, each indispensable, each magical in its own way. Burning down forest and places to seek refuge in the forest and amazon of creation between creatures of man and creatures found in the problematic woes of man with utters to birth life in a volcanic thrill on womancy.
And so, life began — not in a single spark, but in countless cycles of fire, flow, crystal, and microbial toil. From molten rock and glowing crystals, from humble waste and invisible microbes, the first threads of life becomes enhanced. The Earth, young and wild, had found its rhythm, and the story of life, endlessly transforms recycles, and persist with a heart beat from the core every 26 seconds.