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Large canopies of thick, over-branching brambles castrated the ceiling, generating an endless blanket of black void in the skyline.
Bizarre vines lingered from the infinite skies; a bizarre patchwork of slimy tendrils positioned over the inky depths below.
The large towering trees, larger than that of a tall redwood, stood in its glory; lumbering over the smaller fauna below.
An interesting fractal mesh of roots appeared to gestate from beneath the damp flooring, supplying a bizarre unnerving feeling of dread to any creature that came into contact with it.
For the most part, all encroaching life was hidden under a thick emanating grasp of endless fog, stretching for an infinite amount of time.
This was no planet, nor plain of existence, it merely existed for the sole purpose of existing.
No atmosphere, no precipitation and certainly no coherent manner of intellectual thought.
Mostly insane babbles and scrawling's of crude imagery on wet rocks. The framework was there, yet it lacked any further acknowledgement.
A cacophony of humming and alien chirping was prevalent through the reverberations of the colossal tree's. It's direct position was unknown.
Suddenly, a singular rock fell from the inky skies above, embedding to the ground with a firm, yet solemn wet thud.
And as quickly as it had started, it had stopped. The air was thin of volume. The noises stopped. The chirping silenced, and the faint creaking of the coarse tree's ceased.
However, a lone single tripedalist creature wrapped in a burlapse of strong black feather's scoffed at the other creatures apparent skittishness.
This single creature roamed the marshes of the surface on its towering stilts; absorbing nutrients through its sturdy hollow tripodic bone marrow.
Occasionally, the creature would have a thought, than immediately regret it, deciding to forget about it all together.
The creature’s here were cognitively inefficient; any thinking on it’s part would be an evolutionary fluke, a random gesticulation for nature’s course.
At one point, a singular iridescent orb hummed with a heavy frequency, gestating into two, then four, then so-on.
This event was apparently seen as an indication for all life to get back to existing in peace.
And so, the volume increased.
The orb presented itself in a precarious manner, appearing to review all the lifeforms in it's area with a questioning presence. Once it had completed its task, it sat back, content with its work.
Then it happened, a large bizarre humanoid figure, coated in black lengths of plastic tape presented itself towards the orb.
It stuck a confronting pose, emitted a garbled and distorted thick static, then continued lumbering through the brushes.
This creature had just sworn at the orb.
Evidently, it was unhappy with the blinding nature of the orb and elected towards an air of unprofessional behavior.
Oblivious towards the nature of the creatures discomforts, the orb shot out a large display of colors at the creature, it then flew off in the opposite direction.
In an instance a beam of rainbows protruded and weaved through the thick heavy air eventually colliding with the humanoid figure. This incited a war.
The burlapse of tape yelped for a wet rock buried deep in them mossy terrain, unearthing it in an instant; then swinging round to the whizzing orb.
At this very moment, an opportunity approached itself, and the surrounding life took to babbling incoherently; noises, loud and far, hanging onto every wet surface and bouncing throughout the fog.
The tripalist simply observed the pursuing battle unfold, un-phased by the barbaric brutality that echoed through the vines.
Suddenly, the ground reverberated as a four-armed beast tore apart the storks of smaller vegetation. It simply scooped up a boulder and gave it to one of the other brute’s laying on the floor in a manner of thrashing motions. The resulting brain damage of the blood soaked brute left it releasing mytacism for the entirety of the event.
A bloodshed emitted and soon all life decided to mesh together into a frenzy of violence; torn ligaments, bone and tree indent’s would be the resulting aftermath.
And it continued, for an irritatingly long period of measurement; one creature after enough, collapsing from frustration, pain and boredom.
It all changed, however, when the four armed beast tore a vine from the ground, fastened it into an axe (using pieces of broken flint from the ensuing fight) and indented it into the rod.
Suddenly the forest became very still.
Those that continued to fight, stopped as they too realized a change in volume.
Suddenly it erupted in a roar as it smashed the makeshift weapon to the ground in seconds.
And it was at this point it had developed a form of consciousness.
This event was too much for the tripalist, it merely wished to be left alone; not involved in whatever evolutionary process was taking place before it.
It simply shook its head in frustration and closed its eyes.
And thus, it slept.
