The Sun And The Earth's Civilians

For years, Suniples kept out the Earth's nosy by curating a seething outer layer that protected their world, too hot for the fragile skin of Earthlings to trespass through, and senile enough to cross it off as a star. Suniple schools taught their children all about the brutal wars and bloodshed that broke out on Earth; that they colonise and fight about mere land and lines. Inside the sun, the land wasn’t as hot as its exterior. But it was a brightness humanity could never fathom. They had sand and water, all blazing, but lukewarm to Suniples. Their clouds were swords of fire and mountains, volcanic. Suniples had skin as black as obsidian glass, and eyes as red as their world. Their hair was braided in foot-long patterns, and their tall bodies clothed in light refracting materials. School taught them that the Earth’s civilians believed in religions that talked of a Hell that is hot. They’d passed this idea down from generations, but what they didn’t know, was that it’d originated from a truth the Sun had started: that it will die one day, and with it, plunge Earth into a death of darkness too. Although humanity had these religions that preached afterlife, some remained as realists, believing nothing of transcension. With morals so split, Earth was condemned to the nullity. Which meant no ascension after mortality. If they couldn’t agree on eating preferences, then they weren’t mature enough for the existence after physicality.

Parades of colour and light burst into the wavering sky on the Sun, today. The biggest celebration since four point five billion years was in action, and Luple was filled with excitement. The blaring music of deep-voiced instruments harmonised with the stutters of energy. Suniples were light beings; so advanced that speech wasn’t a form of information, communication wholly the absorption of one energy by another. Later on today, the Sun would die, rebirthing its civilians into the veracity of further existence without vessel. This was a good day for the Sun, not for the Earth.

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The pining issue of global warming had almost reached its threshold. Earth was dying, and still, men went to war and severed each other’s hopes. Suki sat deep in her room listening to the bombs and screams that boomed from just outside. She was a premonitory human, and knew that today was the last day she’d live to perceive. They’d made this planet hot and gassy from producing and killing and producing and killing. The cycle never ended. Some had tried to warn: don’t eat the animals! Don’t drive the cars! Don’t prioritise warfare! But they were ignored, and still were, even on the day that ended it all. It wasn’t all just Earth’s doing, however. This event had been marked in the calendar for billions of years. It could have been a celebration if humanity had banded together for the imminent destiny. The end meant the beginning, but people didn’t understand the start of a celestial life. All anyone had to do was love and open their minds to each other. But now they’d die in a mess, ironically, still solely believing that it was only their own ideas that got them here. That this was a bad thing. Suki was relieved, to say the least, relieved that she wouldn't have to witness the ignorance anymore.

She walked outside when she thought it was safe enough to do so and choked when the heavy air demanded inhalation. Mist and murk clouded her vision, the smell of death and despair about. She went back inside to comfort her crying siblings, they were hungry and exhausted.

‘Remember, when it all goes dark, close your eyes and smile.’ Suki consoled.

Her little brother nodded through weepy eyes. It was the least she could do, give and have a little hope that she and her family would still be let into the next life. Though a wrench in her gut told her that they were going to be dragged down by the evil, no matter if they were good individuals. It was about the culmination of the collective, not the here there, and everywhere.

-

Nine minutes before the end, the Sun was silent, had all its civilians laying peacefully across its scorching land, every hand intertwined with the next, and every mind focused upon the upcoming natality. Luple was calm and serene, smiling out the love that tranced through her blood and bones.

-

Nine minutes before the end, the Earth was tiresomely barbaric and loud, had all its civilians ripping each other’s throats out and stomping across the sinking soils; every mind focused on brutality and revenge, unaware of the upcoming fatality. Suki tried to remain calm and serene, holding the hands of her siblings as they lay on the shaking floor, smiling out the love that tranced through their blood and their bones.

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Just before the end, every one of the Sun’s civilians felt colours they’d never seen before, finesse their perception and lift them out of their vessels. They boarded a plane that went to the next life. Luple felt no feelings of hurt or pain, merely light and jubilance. She knew all there was to know about the existentialism of existence and its physical bidders, and everything past that which said nothing of the sort.

-

An explosion in space illuminated the voiding presences of breadth. Every nook was dancing in saucy shine. Milliseconds after, a darkness too nyx, swallowed that breath in one big gulp. And everything was so blank, that one couldn’t even point out the planets anymore.

-

As the last explosion on Earth blew and all nuclear substances became one, the light went out and never came back on. Some waited for God, Gods, Angels, Devils; some, none of those. Suki felt the floor crumble beneath her, even kept a forced smile on whilst it happened. She still felt physical, felt her siblings’ clenched hands in hers. That was how she knew that it hadn’t worked, and that this truly was the end. Humanity never escaped physicality, and died in their vessels, tied into their skin.

-

Earth exploded precisely eight minutes and twenty seconds after the Sun had. With one bang leading to another, a dice was rolled into the midst and stopped on six. That then burst, and out came a new Sun and Earth. Time reset, and new pawns were in place.

‘LET THE GAMES, BEGIN!’

Said a voice without a home.