by jaywcoombes

The rush was exhilarating. Pure energy pumped through my body. With every beat of my heart, another pulse of radiating life raced through my veins. Entire forests blurred into a palette of streaked green as I tore through the skies, and clouds steamed as I hurtled through them. 

Ascending in a spiral, I felt the creation of wind and movement and power. Gathering speed, until even sound could not match me, I moulded the world below to my liking. I melted mountains, boiled oceans into dust, and made the land into glass.

Resting in my seat of stars, I looked at my creation; the first of its kind, and I wept.