In the beginning of time, playful Spirits created a small world they called Heron. There were twelve planets in the world of Heron. A favorite of the Spirits was a small planet they called Ebu. Planet Ebu amused the Spirits exceedingly so. Ebu was their favorite toy. The forests were filled with large and small animals. The seas were filled with fish and even mammals. Some giant, some almost invisible. They made little Humans Beings. The Spirits found great joy in observing the small world, particularly planet Ebu.
As time progressed, planet Ebu functioned with the little Humans and animals completely on their own. After many generations, the Spirits liked humans so much, they opened their minds. Humans began thinking. Questioning. They discovered themselves. At first, they were fascinated. Then, they were amazed.
Before the Spirits left, the world sparkled with a radiant glow. Planet Ebu was special with magnificent colors. Greens and blues, browns and oranges, yellows and violets. Colors without names. Trees and rivers, mountains and streams, fields, flowers and gardens were as abundant as clean, fresh air.
Humans ran and jumped. They hid and played games. They made funny expressions with face and even made pretty sounds with voice. They made games from the simplest of things. They played music and performed. They became amusing to the Spirits. They gave Humans fire. They thought the more Humans had to play with, the more they might amuse. They did, at first.
Fascinated with new gift, they sat and watched the fire. They began running with it and hiding it from each other. Sometimes, they put it out, just to build another. Their behavior became a show.
The Spirits were sure that these witty Humans could take care of themselves, and the planet. They decided to leave Ebu and visit other dimensions of time and space.
Several generations later, Humans developed and they expanded. They named each other and gave names to the animals. They divided and built shelter, became stronger and worked harder. Animals were no longer only friend or foe. Some became food, clothing and even laborers. Others were domesticated as companions.
Division made them become farther separated. When they were disconnected by water and could not see each other, they developed different languages. The color of their skins changed. The nature of their ways grew diverse.
No longer were they amused by the glow of fire or playing with the animals in the forest. Soon, their amusement turned into desire. They bought and sold each other. They murdered and raped each other. They made money and fought each other. Kingdoms fought other Kingdoms, colors fought other colors, children were taught to hate other children.
They built great cities while they destroyed forests and rivers, mountains and fields, flowers and gardens. Hatred grew until enough of them became outraged to see the damage they were doing. They looked at the marvels they had built. Flying cars, skyscrapers, and even spaceships filled their world.
They could not explain how they had gotten to where they were in the place they called life. Quickly, through instant technology, they looked at each other and wondered how they had become so separated. What had happened to their amazement of being alive?
They clung to each other and wondered how they had gotten to where they stood. They reality they had created was a dream they could not escape. They became frightened by their ignorance. Had they gone too far with something they could not explain, they wondered.
At that point, saving Ebu was too late. The light of their star died. They grew cold and could not hold on. Billions of them died. Only seven survived.
The death of their Sun caused enough wave in the multiverse to be felt. The Spirits remembered what they had left in a small, small world they called Heron. They quickly returned to their toy and saw what happened to Ebu.
Upon close examination, they discovered the seven little Humans who remained. For a moment, the Spirits were sad. But remembering what they were once so amused by, they took the last seven little Humans and shelved them amongst their other toys.
Because the little world of Heron was such a favorite toy of the Spirits, the last seven little humans were put Inside The Shiniest Tin Box in all their universes
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