A Treasured Creation
Even deities grow tired and wish to fade into the shadows. So it happened that he passed on his greatest creation. “Treasure it as much as I,” he spake, handing a gently spinning orb in hues of green, blue, and gold to his heir.
But the younger god spared no interest, not looking closely at the beauty of the lands and the seas. Not paying heed to the variety of life and the interactions between species. He cast it aside, certain that the creation held no real importance in the scheme of things.
Millennia passed. The creator grew bored of drifting aimlessly. What had become of his precious treasure? He longed to see it once more.
On his return to the Hall of the Gods, he cried with despair as he looked down upon the ruination, seeing his beautiful green forests replaced by concrete jungles. Severe flooding had killed thousands upon thousands of species. Many had disappeared entirely, lost forever due to the greed of one. The oceans had become choked with man-made plastics. Treasured minerals stolen from within the Earth and below the oceans had caused permanent damage to the planet. The ice caps had melted, raising the levels of the oceans. Coastal areas suffered tsunamis. The climate had changed to such drastic levels that the Earth burned.
His heart ached. “You allowed one species dominion over all others?” he wailed. “It is broken—perhaps beyond all repair.”
The younger god shrugged nonchalantly, not seeing the orb for just how beautiful and special it could be. “Take it back then,” he groused. “It is of no interest to me.”
The older god wept tears of silver that appeared as a starfall to those on the Earth below, and those they touched learned of their mistakes and how they could make things better for their planet. They challenged their leaders to find new ways of doing things to help the planet heal. They recognised the beauty around them, knowing that they needed to share this glory with future generations.
Whether or not the orb would heal, only time could tell.