[ WP ] You are one of the first humans to walk this Earth . The first ever death occurs .

Once upon a time, there was nothing. 
 
 Nothing exploded, and nothing fabricated into everything; energy can never be destroyed, only transferred. A line was created, weaving, twisting, turning into time. An immemorial portion of life, a life containing circle after circle. Every single one smaller than the other, differing in its content; minerals, atmosphere. Outside that chunk of circle, was another, exponentially larger than the ones before, filled with super-clusters and odd filaments that will never be explored for thousands of years. 
 
 Far off in the reaches of space in the virgo super-cluster, lie a planet under a single sun and a single moon, differing from most others. The sky, a bounded blue composition of Nitrogen, Oxygen, and Carbon dioxide. Large, ferocious bestial creatures scour the land in search of those unlike, for battle and nourishment. And at a later age; those alike for procreation. Billions of years later, when the bright lights had swept over, ridding the land of animosity, a new kind of hatred was a brewing. 
 
 Man; human individual. Eyes; covering yonder. Brain; absorbing in hopes of developing purview. Feet; to walk the distant lands. Ears; for peace, not for interruption. Nose; to smell the flowers, and the stench. 
 
 Man stood tall over another on the floor. Wincing, she groaned as she clutched her excreting nameless organ. He fell down too, feeling small, a feeling not too similar. He lay on the ground, weaving the grass, twisting, turning. Pain. 
 
 

