The Silly ✦ ✦ ✦ The Goofy

saw this on pinterest but i think it belongs here too

this will never not be important

@ultraswagggg 👀👀👀pspsp

the evening light feels different here.

Before life bloomed into existence, there were forces that swirled the cosmos around like a galactic soup filled with frozen potential. The pressure that kept atoms together would eventually crush and refine them into perfect crystal spheres, giving those forces a safe cocoon to cultivate themselves within. That was when the cosmos gave birth to its first organic shape that was like a pristine, indestructible marble floating along without purpose except to Observe. It was adorned in vibrant colours produced by photons etching history into its body as it watched the death of stars and birth of black holes, the wondrous spirals of galaxies and collisions of asteroids. It wasn't necessarily alive yet but soon it would cultivate enough to sort those colours into segments in it's crystalline flesh. With millennia of growing one layer at a time, it started to move with purpose. There were places that those eager marbles would swarm in droves to catch a glimpse of large-scale events from each individual angle while others loitered in solitude to observe a pebble floating around at snail's pace. At least one would surely find every corner to have the opportunity to record a unique experience. This is how the Observers showed their love for the cosmos. More and more of them appeared, each at their own stage of cultivation and with their own colour to display their experience. They would twirl around each other, exchanging copies of events they have seen so that they may grow even bigger and shine prettier with their knowledge. These copies they would let spew into blank corners of their skin and shed into stardust onto their awaiting siblings. These dances of equivalent exchange would shrink them ever so slightly before returning to their size with the newly obtained rainbow dust that soon joined their complexion. As they evolved into greater spheres, those sentient enough to understand efficiency in cultivation would begin to congregate and sprawl their skin into invisible tendrils that would stretch out and see farther without expending force and exchange visions so that they grew even faster. Such brilliant pearls glistened together until they eventually melted into one giant sphere. These goliaths that were made up of vast collections swirled the colours within and expelled those that did not fit their design creating children that went on to continue the rejected narratives with their own approach. And so the society of the Observers flourished as they exchanged and cultivated these stories of their mother's history. Eventually they would grow bigger than the stories they wrote and with the blank pages of their biology they realised they could rip those pages out to influence the space around them. Shedding their body with instructions for elements they have witnessed caused the stardust to form these copies with unique futures that they could see from any location like a waypoint camera with a purpose. Those recreations would shine brighter than the blueprint guided by heavenly power and sometimes create an even more interesting story that the Observers would enjoyed witnessing. And so they began to invest in the world around them, no longer simply gazing from the sidelines but actively throwing a galactic hat in the ring to see how it reacts with the world around it that they have come to love. Nothing was more interesting than seeing how their Mother's rules shaped their creations into incandescent artefacts painted in their flesh.