God and the last Sunbeam, the End.

At the end of endings. God is alone with the last precious Sunbeam: The Foton.


God: Are you leaving?
The foton: Yes!
God: Come back - pretty please!
The foton: Never! - I trusted you!!?
God: I'm nothing without you!
The foton: (pause) - well, I don't know, you are such a baby - look what you've done!
God: What! But... It was just a thought!!?
The foton: I know - Hi hi! Of course silly :
I forgive you..



It was just a thought...


Motherdrone...

The Beauty of our song.

Once upon a time Everybody was alone, afraid. Dragons had claimed the blue sky,

no one could escape their cunning eyes.

The treacherous silver web of a night spindle had covertly formed a powerful crystal to blind all people.

No longer did they run and play.

The Dragonfire came right before dawn.
Silent screams reaped the night.
Voices so fragile that only the most sensitive of creations would listen.

No one heard them, but a rare little mouse.

The mouse did neither fear the Dragonfire, nor the treacherous Silver crystal in the night.
The mouse had a secret.

Motherdragon was confident, unaware that the rare little mouse was forged in the fire itself.
You see -

The mouse was riding the ages of time, hiding behind eternal faces, it was wiser than time itself.
Nourishing the nature it became beauty and sweeter than sunrise  -

The little rare mouse had more secrets - It could sing.
Her voice would make people listen.

Being a rare creature, not many could hear the little mouse, yet.

But -
Everytime the mouse was sad her voice grew stronger and still more people would listen...

Soon the Motherdragon would leave its Pandora to face her own creations, and the last secret about the rare little mouse:

Motherdragon will whither as the beauty of our song strikes her heart -

As the silent voices rises through the ages - flowers, birds and laughter among all will return and gather around the little rare singing mouse...

Goodnight babies

 -  Motherdrone

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A bedtime story dedicated to the intriguing pirate spawn of Icelandic myth - Birgitta Jònsdottir, with sincere regards to the brave whistleblowers my Jedi Skywalkers...

NB. Spying and disloyalty is a very bad thing of course ;-)