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davejadecollab) wrote2012-08-04 11:05 pm
davejadecollab) wrote2012-08-04 11:05 pm
The Beginning
It began amongst the stars.
Unbeknown to most, many stars that are seen are not actually stars, but rather heavenly beings, responsible for the creation of all the cosmos.
They call themselves the Djinn.
From far enough away, it was easy to understand why most people were none the wiser. From a great distance, the Djinn appeared no different than those great flaming balls of gas. Up close, however, one could see that the Djinn had bodies, much the same as their Earthly counterparts, only made of light and stardust and flame that rivaled the brightness of their neighbors- the soulless, empty stars. However, no Earthly creature would ever come close to them. After all, the Djinn made the stars so that they could hide amongst them. The only beings with even the slightest inkling of the existence of the Djinn were the few more in touch with spiritual realms, who would often find themselves staring at the night sky, certain that they could hear the faintest of whispers, accompanied by the strangest feeling of comfort in the notion that perhaps, in that moment, they were not alone. And so they stared and stared, and the Djinn from time to time would stare right back.
***
You find yourself staring with increasing frequency, from behind the pale green light of your glasses. You aren't even really sure why you wear them. As a heavenly body made essentially of pure energy itself, there is not much of a need for corrective eyewear. In fact, there is no need for them at all. You just observed some Earth creatures wearing them, decided they were cute, and so you formed a pair. That was one thing you liked about your species. Being able to produce matter at will was a very nice perk.
Your friend made fun of you for mimicking the fashions of such 'lowly creatures', as he called them. That is, right up until you magic'd a pair right onto his face, similar enough to yours, only with opaque lenses. They shone red with the light of his being.
“They look rather cool,” you tell him, in an ever-so-slightly coquettish tone.
He decided then that maybe the Earthlings had some idea of what they were doing (when it came to fashion, at the very least) and perhaps weren't so bad after all.
***
You do almost nothing but observe them now.
It worries the other Djinn that a near-godly being such as yourself would spend so much time fixated on such 'lowly creatures'. As a Djinn, you are blessed with great powers, and an even greater lifespan. While the others of your kind work on expanding the bounds of spacetime itself, spinning new galaxies and star systems, you find that you only make a comet every so often now. The rest of your time is spent watching the so-called lower beings. You stopped seeing them that way a long time ago, though. Now you just find them fascinating. While you are very young for a Djinn, you have lived far longer than anything inhabiting the small blue and green planet you have become so enamored with. Nothing is new to you at this point. The Earth creatures, though—the humans as you heard them call themselves—the humans were aware of their inifinitesimally short lifespans; aware that their very existence was defined by transience. It had a profound effect on them. You saw them seek knowledge with an astounding fervor, and feel things with an intensity that you doubt any of your kind ever felt. Your kin thought it frivolous. You, on the other hand, found it beautiful.
And so, you decide, you want to experience it for yourself.
***
You call your friend to you one day to talk to him. He still has the shades on, covering his eyes.
You tell him of your plan to travel to Earth—how as a Djinn, it is not out of your reach. You invite him to come along too, half-joking, half-hoping he'll say yes, but you know better.
He tells you you're crazy, and it might have stung, had you not seen the ghost of a smile forming at the corners of his lips.
“But alright,” he says, and you feel your heart flutter.
***
The night you go is easily the best of your life.
It's an odd sensation, traveling to Earth. You feel like you're jumping, falling, and flying at the same time, and for all you know, you could very well be doing all three at the same time. For you, it's fun and exhilarating, and you can't help but laugh and giggle and shriek as you tumble through space.
Your friend isn't enjoying himself quite as much, though.
You turn to face him—his eyebrows are turned upward in unease, just barely visible above his shades. He's been steadily screaming ever since you grabbed his hands and began pulling him down with you. Lucky for him though, the journey is short.
The two of you land in streaks of red and green, and as the glowing light of your forms slowly fades out, so does your vision.
You awake some time later, in a human body, with absolutely no recollection of your previous life.
***
Such an event is completely unprecedented amongst your kind.
They watch you closely. They find it baffling that the two of you decided to give up your divine powers, in order to live as lowly Earth creatures. They scoff as the two original bodies die within days, clueless and helpless on an alien planet.
Even more baffling to them, though, is that they still sense your presence.
It clicks then, that while you may have human bodies, you still have the souls of Djinn—and the accompanying lifespan. They look closer, and find that several incarnations exist, all living out different lives, scattered throughout time and space. And then they know, that as Djinn, as creatures of the cosmos, you are still bound to the same rules: that much like space itself, while it expands, it will one day converge back to the starting point.
And so they watch, and watch, and watch, as all your stories unfold...
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Unbeknown to most, many stars that are seen are not actually stars, but rather heavenly beings, responsible for the creation of all the cosmos.
They call themselves the Djinn.
From far enough away, it was easy to understand why most people were none the wiser. From a great distance, the Djinn appeared no different than those great flaming balls of gas. Up close, however, one could see that the Djinn had bodies, much the same as their Earthly counterparts, only made of light and stardust and flame that rivaled the brightness of their neighbors- the soulless, empty stars. However, no Earthly creature would ever come close to them. After all, the Djinn made the stars so that they could hide amongst them. The only beings with even the slightest inkling of the existence of the Djinn were the few more in touch with spiritual realms, who would often find themselves staring at the night sky, certain that they could hear the faintest of whispers, accompanied by the strangest feeling of comfort in the notion that perhaps, in that moment, they were not alone. And so they stared and stared, and the Djinn from time to time would stare right back.
You find yourself staring with increasing frequency, from behind the pale green light of your glasses. You aren't even really sure why you wear them. As a heavenly body made essentially of pure energy itself, there is not much of a need for corrective eyewear. In fact, there is no need for them at all. You just observed some Earth creatures wearing them, decided they were cute, and so you formed a pair. That was one thing you liked about your species. Being able to produce matter at will was a very nice perk.
Your friend made fun of you for mimicking the fashions of such 'lowly creatures', as he called them. That is, right up until you magic'd a pair right onto his face, similar enough to yours, only with opaque lenses. They shone red with the light of his being.
“They look rather cool,” you tell him, in an ever-so-slightly coquettish tone.
He decided then that maybe the Earthlings had some idea of what they were doing (when it came to fashion, at the very least) and perhaps weren't so bad after all.
You do almost nothing but observe them now.
It worries the other Djinn that a near-godly being such as yourself would spend so much time fixated on such 'lowly creatures'. As a Djinn, you are blessed with great powers, and an even greater lifespan. While the others of your kind work on expanding the bounds of spacetime itself, spinning new galaxies and star systems, you find that you only make a comet every so often now. The rest of your time is spent watching the so-called lower beings. You stopped seeing them that way a long time ago, though. Now you just find them fascinating. While you are very young for a Djinn, you have lived far longer than anything inhabiting the small blue and green planet you have become so enamored with. Nothing is new to you at this point. The Earth creatures, though—the humans as you heard them call themselves—the humans were aware of their inifinitesimally short lifespans; aware that their very existence was defined by transience. It had a profound effect on them. You saw them seek knowledge with an astounding fervor, and feel things with an intensity that you doubt any of your kind ever felt. Your kin thought it frivolous. You, on the other hand, found it beautiful.
And so, you decide, you want to experience it for yourself.
You call your friend to you one day to talk to him. He still has the shades on, covering his eyes.
You tell him of your plan to travel to Earth—how as a Djinn, it is not out of your reach. You invite him to come along too, half-joking, half-hoping he'll say yes, but you know better.
He tells you you're crazy, and it might have stung, had you not seen the ghost of a smile forming at the corners of his lips.
“But alright,” he says, and you feel your heart flutter.
The night you go is easily the best of your life.
It's an odd sensation, traveling to Earth. You feel like you're jumping, falling, and flying at the same time, and for all you know, you could very well be doing all three at the same time. For you, it's fun and exhilarating, and you can't help but laugh and giggle and shriek as you tumble through space.
Your friend isn't enjoying himself quite as much, though.
You turn to face him—his eyebrows are turned upward in unease, just barely visible above his shades. He's been steadily screaming ever since you grabbed his hands and began pulling him down with you. Lucky for him though, the journey is short.
The two of you land in streaks of red and green, and as the glowing light of your forms slowly fades out, so does your vision.
You awake some time later, in a human body, with absolutely no recollection of your previous life.
Such an event is completely unprecedented amongst your kind.
They watch you closely. They find it baffling that the two of you decided to give up your divine powers, in order to live as lowly Earth creatures. They scoff as the two original bodies die within days, clueless and helpless on an alien planet.
Even more baffling to them, though, is that they still sense your presence.
It clicks then, that while you may have human bodies, you still have the souls of Djinn—and the accompanying lifespan. They look closer, and find that several incarnations exist, all living out different lives, scattered throughout time and space. And then they know, that as Djinn, as creatures of the cosmos, you are still bound to the same rules: that much like space itself, while it expands, it will one day converge back to the starting point.
And so they watch, and watch, and watch, as all your stories unfold...