A Broken Utopia.

Everyone seems to think in the beginning there was just one: one person, one creature, one thing, me. Sorry to disappoint, but it isn't true. How I wish it were true...

There were others; we were all living separately, but cohesively. In an endless blanket of stars, we were galaxies, we were dreamers, and we were creators. Although I think we were all quite lonely, the thought of communicating seemed impossible. What if you lived in a house and someone told you, all your life, that you couldn't leave? You'd never think to do it, never think it's possible. That's how it was like with us.

We each had our individual galaxies, more individual worlds and somehow, without ever interacting, we lived in harmony. In our galaxies, there were hundreds, if not thousands, of beautiful flourishing planets. Trees miles tall sprouted from the ground on some planets, gorgeous rainbow-colored waves flowed in others and winter wonderlands dwelled in others. I could see not only my planets, but those of the that had created the other galaxies. Each was its own unique paradise and it was absolutely perfect. Although I never admitted it, checking in on their new worlds were some of the highlights of my life. Hard to imagine right? Until what you may know as The Big Bang.

Everyone told you that before The Big Bang, it was nothing, right? Not really, as you can tell; things were pretty much utopia. But something happened. The explosion.

It honestly destroyed everything I knew. All of my precious planets, practically my children, were gone. It had all been replaced by... dust. And not the sparkly stardust, it was the ashy gray kinds that reminds me of death.

All of my friends, whom although I never interacted with, I still adored and trusted had somehow vanished. I can only hope and pray they are at least still alive and well.

I was devastated. I spent years, even eras, just drowning in my own failed creations of gray rocks and crumbling stars. I'd pretty much given up.

When I finally decided to just size up, shake it off, and completely start over, I put all of my energy into this one planet. I want to make it perfect: the amazing combination of all of the planet of my past life. I gave it a perfect amount of teal blue oceans, rich green forests and even added pieces of snowy ice valleys and calming deserts. 

I was so proud when it was finally done, when I had finally rounded out all the rough edges, and perfected until I couldn't think of anything else that would make it better. I finally felt happy again.

That's why I decided to add living creatures. There hadn't been any 'animals', as you would call them, in my previous planets. But this one? I wanted countless other beings to be able to enjoy my dream world with me.

Things flourished and everything shined. But only for a short while.

Where did my hundreds of miles of grassy fields go? Replaced by ugly gray buildings. 

Where did my periwinkle blue skies and fluffy clouds go? Covered by masses of choking brown smog.

Where did my wonderfully chill and serene ice caps go? Somehow melted away into the ocean that I had already designed perfectly.

In the world I created, I had somehow also destroyed it.

Now, you heard the story of your planet: my story. Please tell me you can fix it...