Inertia

I was sitting enjoying the feel of the west coast powder beach sand on my body, reptilian and unmoving I absorbed the dying heat of the sun as it set in my world and rose in another.

Behind me the oldest desert in the world gently rose as wave after wave of slow motion sandy swells disappeared into the dark purple sky whilst in front of me one of the most bountiful light grey oceans on the planet crashed and smashed as it stretched from my third to their first world. I was lying on the cusp of the two worlds. It is a powerful place, perhaps too edgy for decision making. But the potential of the kinetic is there and it takes only a small step backwards or forwards to be consumed

Strange thoughts of other beings entered from another world and watched and listened as I reached for the crank shaft of my mind and gave it a twirl. It backfired coughed and sucked and eventually spluttered into a reasonable rhythm with the beginnings and promise of a small amount of available torque.

These beings that had walked from the alpha and who were destined to tell our story until the omega now encouraged me to shed my caste and build a fire.

In the flicker light of the shadow then form then shadows, they reached into their skin bags. One of them threw the moon overhead as his women cast her net up above us. I watched as it flew ever higher and sprinkled the dust of stars that grew and sparkled in their joy of familiar gazes.

With the stage set they began the story, the story of the world before the gold sickness that had driven the last of us to this place. The story of a place where everything was nothing and nothing became everything.