There was silence, a vast landscape of grey stones, and a black sky: this forgotten corner of the universe would never attract attention.
Yet, hidden, there was moisture, perhaps a forgotten discarded frozen relic of a passing meteorite.
Then there was the star, a young star, still full to burst of hydrogen: a promising start…
Inside the rock, where the small bubble of ice kept hiding, there were other, not quite inert things, the bits that could lead to changes:
With some luck, a little transformation would follow, and life would rise, after eons of time.
I really love this. It is a beautifully poetic story, lending much to the imagination. Very nice.
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Beautifully told!
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