What Came Before?

What came before?

Do you ever wonder if strange things existed before humanity did?

Did dinosaurs look up into the sky and see UFOs; bizarre constellations of soundless, moving lights glinting, pulsing, throbbing? Did a lone Triceratops huffing and puffing it’s way through tangled, mossy Cretaceous undergrowth ever happen upon a sunny woodland clearing in the humid afternoon, and see through quiet, calm eyes a strange silvery creature on mechanical tripod legs? Did it’s snorting, three-horned and colorfully frilled face startle the small pilots who arrived on this foreign vessel?

Did cursed or haunted places exist? Did prehistoric life sense some places were touched by rot, by negative feelings which could turn the air dark, oppressive? Phantasmic possibilities and harmful predatory shadows that would dance and stalk angry twilights like the poltergeists and phantoms of today?

Were there ever any mysterious leviathans and behemoths, vast creatures with impossibly rare numbers, living in their hidden lairs, old as time?

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The Tyrant, Regal-Eternal

Come and marvel at my obsidian bones.

See my mighty jaws swallow the mountains long after I can bite, my shattering roars crumble the sky even without vocal cords.

Midnight feathers ripple on ebony scales, riveting even in death, phantoms summoned by awe to once again quiver atop my cathedral skeleton.

Look upon me and tremble, and fear, and desire. Witness.

Many prone before me in this grand tomb of stone and metal. I hear their prayers, their wishes. Even so long after I have perished, my Reign continues in the imagination, in the soul..

I am a Primeval King, I am an unending God, I am a force of the Earth herself.

Forever.

Extinction

A memory that wakes me in the night.

Panic and fear.

A midnight dark throbbing; lanced through its dark heart with shimmering pulsing silver-violet rays.

Clouds lit up from above and shivering—shunted aside by unseen butchering.

Singular silent star kissing dark horizon: bathing all in eerie brightness, mushrooming up and outward.

Then, silence. A silent world entombed—

Loudness. Final draconian breath so thunderous I am deafened in a moment. Wrenched downwards, the world flung away—

Hissing nothingness in my sensitive ears—

Half-open eyes to look upward one last moment as raging cataclysm boils its way forward, forward, forward—

Skin burnt and atomized, bones swept away to ash, feathery quills and scaly armor obliterated-

The sunlight comes gold-red through blinds, splaying over silken smooth skin and velvet fabrics, splashed suggestively through the darkness.

Her voice is mirth in my ears, husky with sleep, comforting. Fingers in my hair. Feel reassuring claws over my skin, playfully predatory. Luxuriant wings catch sublime rays in their feathery grace, vivid, embracing me in their width.

I hope the neighbors don’t mind the noise. Flapping wingspan, or otherwise.

There is a City in the jungle.

Thick mist swells between giant, wet trunks dozens of meters in width, and kilometers in height. Their wizened, damp bark is encrusted by moss and clover, fungus and chitin; a vibrant psychedelic parade in color, texture, size, shape. Water runs down cascading and thundering rivers, pumping like behemoth veins in an unimaginably massive body.

On the horizon, across the falling white rapids, is something beautiful. Glassy monoliths graciously rise up from twisted ribbons of marble and obsidian. Milky-blue gemstones throw soft reflections across Amazonian terraces and Mesozoic parklands, molten gold creeks passing between huge iron paving blocks. Vines and creepers, flashing luxuriantly pink or gold blossoms, prod between leviathan seams. Eternal summer grows here, beneath forever canopy.