• It was weird. It was a sphere, yet it was a cube. It was white, yet it was black. It was big, yet it was small. It was thin, yet it was thick. It was long, yet it was short

    It was everything, yet it was nothing. It was moving, yet it was still. It was important, yet it mattered to no one. It was clean, yet it was dirty. It smelled, yet it gave no scent. It was bright, yet it gave off no light. It thought, yet it did not live. It was useless, yet it did everything.

    It was neither up nor down, right nor wrong, good nor evil. It is, yet it is destroyed. It gives life, then it takes it. It was just what everyone wanted, though it had no owner.

    They could all see it, but it was just out of reach. If they could go one inch more, they could have it. They didn't eat they didn't sleep, they never closed their eyes. All they lived for was it. It had no name, it was just it. They had no other thoughts, no other needs. Ever since it came, they pursued it with all their might.



    They were humanity, and it was their last hope.

    fin.