Speculative Fiction
A single molecule, born in the ancient breath of a dinosaur, weaves a timeless tale of its journey through life, Earth, and the cosmos.
I was born in the belly of the Earth, exhaled by a fiery volcano during an age when titanic lizards ruled the land. My first journey began as part of the warm breath of a Brontosaurus, who swallowed me into her vast lungs and released me into the humid air of the Mesozoic jungle. For millions of years, I wandered—dissolved into rivers, frozen in glaciers, cracked free by time, and carried by winds over endless landscapes.
Eons later, I found myself drawn into the lungs of a human—a hunter wrapped in furs, crouching beside a fire. I felt the warmth of his body and the rhythm of his pulse before he exhaled me into the icy air of the tundra. My adventure continued, through the rise and fall of civilizations, carried by the exhalations of emperors and farmers alike.
One day, I settled into the soil of a meadow, taken up by the roots of a sunflower. For a single, glorious summer, I became part of the bloom—a golden beacon that turned its face toward the sun. When the flower withered, I returned to the Earth, carried again by winds, rain, and time.
My greatest journey, however, began when I escaped Earth entirely. In the wake of a comet streaking through the heavens, I was swept into the cosmos, riding a trail of ice and stardust. For millennia, I traveled the vast silence of space, brushing past planets and stars.
Now, I wait, drifting on the solar winds, longing for the next chapter of my story. Perhaps I will return to Earth, or maybe I will journey beyond the stars. Wherever I go, I am part of all that has been and all that will ever be.
I am just a breath—a molecule of life, infinite and eternal.
The End...
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