As is the Nature of Worlds
A Submission to the "Microfiction Magic" Challenge
Worlds are pleasing to create. Once assigned a world, an Architect uses pure essence to create their design. An essence purer than any celestial in the verse.
Architects mustn't stay. As is the nature of things, they leave their creation. This world spins, grows. It's beings blossom.
Then the Shepherd arrives, watching over the created. Guiding and nurturing these beings. A teacher.
Somber, when the shepherd leaves. This weeping construct makes a choice. Do they ascend? Or, do they fall. Fall in deafened screams to those above, watching another world consume itself. As is the nature of things.
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J.D. Brooks
Writer of Horror, Sci Fi, Fantasy and Fiction
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