It (ancient anthropomorphic seas)
It’s heart was filled with ice-cold Arctic water so deep that not a single ray of light was ever able to reach its depth. It’s eyes were cyan blue, with tiny dots of bright emerald swirling in the invisible currents within iris, - beautiful eyes that were always closed and yet could see everything through the evermoving waters. It could feel everything; It could hear echo of the Universe singing all around the space. It was not a man or a woman, IT simply was.
It was here since the beginning of time, since the first few molecules of H and O found each other on a bare agonising ball of a newborn planet and decided to unite themselves into H2O in a passionate chemical dance. It grew, It expanded, It conquered vast territories to create a perfect kingdom of both eternal life-giving bliss and violent anger that moved disastrous waves.
It was lonely, and so It gave birth to life, putting all its strengths and courage into its creatures. And those tiny offsprings grew. They drank the glittering blood full of primal forces from the oceans’ veins until they became strong enough to give in to curiosity and explore the vast wildlands and evolve into more complicated beings until, eventually, they evolved into human beings. It was watching them with its aquamarine eyes, proud and envious of its children.
They gave It names: Neptune, Poseidon and others. Later, they mapped It’s body into oceans, seas, straits, etc, claiming that It is just a number of geographical phenomena and locations and not a being. It could never understand this desire to name everything as well as It was puzzled why his beloved offsprings would think of each part or It’s body as a separate thing. Just as tiny water organisms at the dawn of life at planet Earth, human being started to actively explore and travel all around It, in It, into It. It was happy. It felt united and connected to them. It felt accomplished and proud.
These days, It was dying.
It could not tell at which moment everything went wrong, but It’s children abused It’s body, all of it at the same time. They poured poison into mighty veins and spilled waste that tainted even the deepest waters of It’s crystal Arctic heart. They crucified everyone and everything that lived in water. They spilled acid into the bright blue eyes blinding them forever. They poured oil, ceasing the life-giving currents that helped to breath, to cleanse. It felt weak. It felt abused. The ancient anthropomorphic seas was trying to shout for help, but instead of mighty roars It could only feebly moan and whimper, caught in a plastic trap.
It sighed, deeply, painfully, with the last great effort, and was gone forever, leaving its suffocated corpse to rot in the spandex and plastic jelly shell till the end of times.
