The Story about The one who writes The Story.

I imagine the eyes of the One opened one day with nothing to look forward to. This wasn’t the first time, not the seventh either, at this stage it was a normal but slightly irritating boredom.

“What will i do today? I need something fun, some sort of existence that will make this endless loop something. I need to put a meaning on this.” He thought endlessly as the sun came visiting and the moon left for it’s abode.

On this day the One slept, troubling color-filled dreams danced through the galaxy of mind, the milky pattern of the constellations took form. In that minute that time paused, the idea of creation was birthed.

By the looks of the dancing over the pots it is very similar to the Party Jollof making Frenzy, the judì judì that accompanies the tears awakening onions. It was however a silent practical; The Perfectioning of the Clone jutsu.

The moon arrived to resume its shift but the one never graced it with attention, the Sun suffered the same fate. The One was grazing upon something and it was not nothing. Seven Days passed, The One stepped out to show his friends that which he had been working on. They were elated and a pact of surveillance was made.

The Sun will clock its shift in the eve, The Moon will dance in the dusk, while The One who is ever intrigued will watch forever.

DartNerd’20