ANXIOUS WORLD

The anxiety of a (fantasy) world forced into existence

The seeds awoke as a planet made by the melting and kneading of others together into a somewhat round shape. Only they were never meant to be together. The ingredients had become a dough that hardened into a cage with spikes and turns beneath its surface. Located in these passages were the last remaining plants.

To survive, the vines had to become strong, fast.

Needing to adapt at any given moment had forced an increase in awareness of the plants’ surroundings. They studied the hardening patterns and attack of spikes, and hardened themselves accordingly, until they were able not only to move with an outer shell but to grow with it.

Lines of communication drew the plants together until they created a monstrous mass.

Then It burst.

And stopped.

They had grown too large for the small cave where They had merged. The crust had created a secure barrier around Them, preventing Their self-destruction. Yet the walls could not stop Their spirit.

It burst out of Them in waves of power and entered the crust,
becoming Fistbump the Sky.

It was born from a violent birth and hated the one who forced consciousness on Them, but was now dependent on the frog.

Soon after, tiny beings appeared on a high plateau at the planet’s centre, to the right of the tumor. The foreign creatures were born from the same seeds that had mixed with the ingredients. Yet, while They had to fight to survive, the creations were born through simple germination and praised for it.

The planet’s anxiety and grew until it formed a restless tumor near its heart that infected the ground above it along with the nearest ocean, causing them to warp and change as a reflection of Its discomfort.

The planet watched the creatures and waited.

Sure enough, they proved to be as cruel as the frog. tearing down Their trees and shattering Their mountains, the effects rippling through to the planet’s core.

So They made Their own creatures to oppose those made by the frog. It had no trust for the new gods’ offsprings, whose bodies were formed by the very materials which had trapped the Plants.

So it was that for every species the gods created, Fistbump the Sky made children to counter them. They knew the hybrids would hurt Them, just like what had happened to all the other planets.

No. The planet would speak for Itself

and if that meant destroying the creatures that violated Its surface then so be it.

Such was the anxiety of the world.

A memory from an anxious planet.