Sense the beginning of time, the moon has circled the Earth with it’s loving orbit, never turning it’s back on Earth, watching over it like a gaurdian. The people of Earth came to reconize the nightly visitor, regailed in it’s presence and mourned it’s absence as it circled the surface of the world. The people of the world made celebrations and cerimonies to the moon, they offered up their crops and their prayers- all this reached the surface of the moon and a spiritual mist covered the face of the moon. Out of this mist, matter began to solidify. Particles came from this mystical fog, fused together forming buildings and a city and a kingdom. The people of this misty white world mimiced the Gods that inhabited Earth, living as they lived and worshipped the people there. “It was by their will, not ours,” said the wisest of them, “that we came into exsitance.”
The mist spread though out the surface of the moon, just as the Earth people began to make discoveries and set their eyes to the sky and marvel at the sights there, not with a fear of a godly wrath but a curiousity of what else lay up there, beyond the clouds. The mist of the moon traveled to it’s back, away from Earth. The mist and man’s marveling created a being of no self-consiousness. The being saw around itself ,but not itself. It saw the planets all far away and the stars further away. It saw the moons and how they encircled their planets and it made the creature wonder where it’s planet was. This being had concluded that since it would not see nor understand anything of itself, than it must be the very moon itself; it’s consciousness.
The Consciousness found itself with a great lonliness setting in and wondered, as it looked out at star clusters and planets and their moons, if it had a counter part. Perhaps there was something wrong and for Its creatation came after the creation of the physical moon, that it was sure off. Perhaps the Concious awoke after going out of orbit with Its planet. The Consciousness glided again across the face off the moon to it’s horizons where a brilliant bright light shined with the glory of the sun. As It approched the light it flew up Its hand to block the light. Than paused. Hands? What is this? It looked down at it’s own hands, why had It never seen that before? More into the light, the floating became a stop and go pace, It looked down and it saw legs and feet. toes and to nails, hands and fingers. Than a torso to go with it all; slender and sleek. Flesh over this form was a glowing grey, the darkness It was so used to dyed Its skin black and turned it gray in the glowing light of the face of the moon.
Out of the light came another figure, a mirror image of It. It stood still in wonderment at the Other approched. Other’s form was draped in a white gown that glistened as the world around them. “Look at yourself!” Said the other. “What would the Gods say, to a naked form wondering about. Take this garment and cloth yourself, as the Gods have shown us how.” It took the spare white garment and drapped it over It self in mimic of the Other. “What Gods?” It asked. “What Gods? The Gods there! The Ones who made You, and Me, and our Kingdom!” Other was very annoyed with It’s ignorence, and pointed a finger to the heavens at a blue and green gem floating above them. “That is the home of the Gods. Youre ignorence must be known- to the Court with you!”
Before the vast assemply of glowing white people, It felt fear for the first time. This sensation was similar to wonder and curiousity it previously knew, only now amplified with a sense that these people meant to do It harm. This all was too different from the world It knew.