Eosphoros

Eosphoros had always been there, since the beginning. He had been a part of the great everything and for a while he had felt absolute wholeness that few would ever truly be able to experience.

And he had been so, so happy.

And he had loved them so, so much.

And his tears could have filled up the entire planet when they hated each other so, so much. To fight for ultimate power, to fight for a future without each other.

His tears could have filled up the entire universe when the shade had come, the entropy made from endless fighting, an end to their beginning.

He could not hate the shade, not really. What seemed so evil to any other being was simply nature. Where life, there was death. Where sound, there was silence. Where energy, there was entropy.

He knew one day, the fight would be fought, and they would lose. Their might would not be able to hold off against a being of pure emptiness, in a very literal sense of the word.

He too, would succumb, someday. The thought terrified him. His one and only fear.

But he couldn't bring himself to hate the shade. Even as they bared down onto their beautiful creation, for this was simply an inevitability. That didn't stop the heartbreaking sadness of it all, however.

After such terrible wars raged over the planet, the beautiful new births, the suffering, such wonderful life was still born upon the world. His wonderful grandchildren carved their own path, And they were all so smart, so wonderful.

Some blazed their own trails, finding wonder in the creation that they made, ever changing and ever shifting, but he knew it like the back of his paw. Such wonderful creations being beat down by the endless entropy just beyond the field containing them.

All he could do was watch, watch as each of his grandchildren lived and died, watch the inevitability of eternity someday come to an end, like theirs do. And love them every day, no matter what.