WORLD: Yuqyth, TIME: 563598, CHARACTER: Iom

Upon the whitest shores another wave of translucent green water washes out some of the most beautiful shells I have ever seen. Gazing into the ever-flowing streams of peaceful high waves I don't recall such beauty from any of my past lives. The eternal sparkling water washes away the traces of footsteps that were left behind by an ancient wanderer on his journey like a mark of once-present humanity, which in here lasts but just a while.

I find myself lost here upon the shores of time, for this lifespan that seems a bit too long for me, I stay here waiting for sunrise another and another, for never-ending sunsets that creep across the lands and seas, turning them into a dim and haunted shadowland, for repeating days and nights that cycle forever until the end of time and always make me wonder of its reasons, of the meaning of every thing that had been created within the lonely emptiness of space.

The reasons, they surely must be there, hidden well deep inside or beyond, for I can't seem to grasp even a little bit of answer. The entire world I know lies upon my shoulders and I am drawn to it magically but can't move out of here to touch it. The worlds that await with love and freedom can't be reached and keep my soul dreaming eternally. Here within my shell I dream of other places, plains of wide to run through, hills to climb and deep forests to get lost in. I envision the snowy mountains and frozen lakes lying far to the north, far from tropical rainforests with red blooming flowers of another life. I dream of hot deserts and plains with grass so soft to the touch of my feet, far beyond the deep blue ocean.

And I see the amazing towns and cities of the new age crowded by millions of kind-hearted people who build towers of stone that touch the distant sunlit skies, and all the different kinds of vehicles that slide upon or fly above the busy living streets. Will another world of such a charming beauty accept my existence, will they ever know, will I ever dare to tell a soul?

The planet of Yuqyth is a water world, with more than ninety percent of its surface flooded by green oceans inhabited by millions of species of water animals that swim or just sit around on coral reefs to make the waters all the more vivid in life and movement. And the spectacular vision of these forms of life, though not so evolved or intelligent, had been everything to me in the past years of this pitiful existence that I must endure. Though I cherish their tiny souls and admire their inspiring joy that shines through them like a diamond, I still long and dream for a better place, for another chance.

The few areas not overrun by the always-present water are covered with clean and soft white sand and sometimes a rare plant can be seen, struggling to survive in the hostile environment. The several trees that I have glimpsed onshore are growing out of sand and their branches are dried and leafless, bleached by the force of uncompromising rays of the everlasting sun. It must be a true miracle that these trees and bushes still grow to a considerable height, offering a pleasant shadow for the afternoon rest.

And this is all that can be seen on Yuqyth, a simple wonder of nature, a straight and clean environment to breathe our lives away, with nothing to be afraid of, no evil forces to dread, no conspiracies of the old world to pretend no knowledge of. Like a pause in between two different existences this place feels, like a long dividing line where a light breeze caresses the sight of the onlooker. And this cool wind sharpens my tired thoughts, my mind that has lately been growing weak and weary of the absence of all action, due to the fact that nothing much is going on beneath these calm and peaceful waves of the green sea.

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Within the warm afternoon sunlight the all-embracing silence is disturbed as a sudden noise begins to cut through, coming from a distance far beyond sight it's drawing in closer and louder until the waves dance in wild circles upon the sea level, driven by the strength of a thunderstorm. Then a large spaceship appears as it descends from the velvet blue of the sky, hovering just above the moving surface and casting a wide shadow over the ocean, as if it has been pinned by an invisible hand into the fabric of space and time.

Every little sea creature hurries to swim down into the depths of the ocean, scared from the wicked movement of the crazed waves never before experienced. All life goes down to hide in the safety of the overgrown weeds, darkened and cast away from the sight of mankind.

Only my eyes are strangely attracted by these unexpected events and drawn to them, to the high above levels, to the living sounds promising a new future. Amazed I stare at the huge ship that came from the distant worlds beyond our imagination, at the pair of large wings of metal, at the enormous construction that is able to carry hundreds of people light years away from their home.

Where does my birthplace lie, where does my ancient fatherland rest? I try in vain to remember of these old times, fragments of memory vanished and places never revisited, while the immovable heaven-sent vessel from the stars begins opening a large gate at the bottom side, gazing like a black hole into nothingness.

Finally a small jet descends from the hole beating the vapor and cloudy mists, being an exact replica of the mothership that is waiting still, and breaking free of the gravity it drops into the waves with a splash. To this signal the big one raises its wings and flies away, vanishing in the high clouds, while the abandoned jet continues battling the angry, bewildered ocean waves towards the safety of the sandy shore.