to: tellmethesecretoflife Years. It had been years since the encounter in which a fossilized eyelash belonging to Mew, perhaps the most revered of all the deities, was discovered by a team of bioengineers deep within the thickets of a South American rainforest. Through much activity - months of reading through dusty anthropology books with myths, conversations requiring translators with the natives, or just gut feeling - they reached a temple dedicated to the Earth Mother. Yet how man years had passed? A decade or more, maybe. For Mew such information was unimportant. She was immortal, and as such years were like seconds to her. She had existed with the rising of the first sun it seemed. The scientists ceased to notice that she was present on that day, watching them with inquisitive blue eyes. She cast a shadow upon the wall - deliberate, teasingly - for them to turn around to catch a glimpse of her, but already she had vanished. She was titled the “phantom pokémon” for a reason, and she would not reveal herself to those without pure intentions. She sensed the people were on this expedition due to greed. She did not interfere as they explored every inch of the temple, unintentionally vandalizing items considered sacred by those who built the place stone by stone. She only levitated away from their view, her stare still locked in on all of their actions. They chiseled out an idol representing her from the wall, allowing centuries or millennia of history and religion to mix in with the earthen floor below. Still she did not cringe. Then she witnessed eager hands grab her fossilized eyelash from its case, setting it into a vile and then into a sachet. What were they to do with that? What use did it serve them - people whom disregarded her as the Rainbringer, the Mother of All? They took offerings - some ancient, some recently placed those who knew of her. They took precious gemstones. They took everything. And in the end, all that remained of that temple was just a hollow shell. Yet she followed their signatures as they went back to their own country, across the Pacific Ocean to somewhere industrialized. (Little did the humans know that Mew had tracked their signature through the years, most of the time separated by thousands of miles. Most of the paranormal pokémon - the ghosts, fairies, darks and psychics - lacked the advanced ability or could only learn it through years of practice. And yet it came smoothly for her.) And one fateful day, she “saw” them pass the eyelash and the tablet over to a middle-aged man with grayed hair and a sullen face. Of all of the scientists, his heart was the dimmest, weighed down with a loss due to a grieving that would turn into obsession in due time. It was that man, Dr. Fuji, who would become the subject of Mew’s fascination. Now within the present, the goddess floated within the bubble in the same lake as she resided for so long. And with each breath she was lost within her thoughts, once again focused on the man who was overcome by a great loss. From within the well of the mind, Mew “looked in” upon the man. She watched him stumble down the sidewalk, his arms reaching for balance against a streetlight or any other object. Alcohol had claimed him for quite some time now. In that intoxicated state, his aura felt fuzzy to her as if she herself were drunk as well. Mew’s eyes snapped open. The bubble popped, and she ascended to the surface. The feeling of drunkenness was uncomfortable, slithering through her intestines. She needed to settle for a moment before considering her next option. If anything, she was tired of spying on him.
