Something opened a window and peered into our world. It was a chaotic mess of eyes, teeth and fingers that seemed to be stuck in a never ending cycle of forming and dissolving. There were colours we could barely comprehend and yet the sun still shone through countless tiny gaps between the aberrations that dominated the sky.
As suddenly as it had appeared, it pulled back with such a force that the earth was knocked from its axis and sent spiralling towards Mars. We should have all died the second we left orbit but the aberration was still there in the distance, using its unfathomable mass to steer us until the two planets met with less force than it takes to move a feather.
Our oceans spilled onto the new world, our atmospheres merged and we're somehow still alive. The aberration is alive too and lingering somewhere around our former orbit like a cat that's pushed a vase off the windowsill to get to that perfect patch of sunlight.
It's grown too, much to our dismay, and now we're left wondering when it will need more space.
As suddenly as it had appeared, it pulled back with such a force that the earth was knocked from its axis and sent spiralling towards Mars. We should have all died the second we left orbit but the aberration was still there in the distance, using its unfathomable mass to steer us until the two planets met with less force than it takes to move a feather.
Our oceans spilled onto the new world, our atmospheres merged and we're somehow still alive. The aberration is alive too and lingering somewhere around our former orbit like a cat that's pushed a vase off the windowsill to get to that perfect patch of sunlight.
It's grown too, much to our dismay, and now we're left wondering when it will need more space.
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