The creator rode a yellow bicycle along the river. She came to enjoy her creation after a deep meditative state of joyful rest because even the creator needs rest. In a few pedals, she found out the humans have gone to the darkest side - a side that she never made. A side that they created themselves. She felt a little proud of her creation creating new things and went to the root to figure out how it all started. It started with one human. Naag. A human that tasted power and dreamt of becoming the God and ruling the earth.
This is the loophole that Naag found. The creator herself made a rule for humans that all dreams dreamt with heart must come true. Naag dreamt of ruling the world and had been ruling the world. He also found a loophole for death. He bargained with death. Traded young souls for adding years into his own life.
Creator was a little impressed that he did all this and also laughed at his belief that this will never end. But then she got angry at the hierarchy in the world.
Creator turned to Nature, “Why didn’t you tell me about this injustice?”
Nature replied, “Well, we thought it was part of your big mysterious plan. We saw that they are moving towards destruction and thought this might be one of your plot twist.”
“No. No. No. They were supposed to be evolving by now. You know - all that Dwapar Yuga and stuff. Time bro, why didn’t you tell me?”
Time shrugged.
“Nevermind. They have gone deep into the consciousness sleep. Free will is totally forgotten and the agency is being given to the machines!” She points at a kid asking chat gpt about what to reply to a text.
Trees intervene, “Yes, and all the dreamers - they doubt themselves. They doubt their power. Naag has been really clever with brain washing the whole humanity. The newer generations are in his control. He knows the old ones are going to die soon and the hope will be lost. What are we going to do?”
“I could just destroy it all but then I love them so much. I want to see if there is still hope left. I need to stop making rules. I am stuck in my own rule of free will. It’s crazy that they have just accepted the darkness. The cage. They have gone numb for the others dying in the cage. They do not want to get out of the cage - Brutal. It’s like they have lost faith in me - their creator. The creator of the infinite universe. The creator of the infinities. Sick creation tho - Infinities.”
Fire enters in blue dress, “Well, you did go MIA and Naag has been using religion to divide and rule. That guy is so smart. He has been using race, gender, language, every single thing to divide and rule.”
“Okay, It’s time to show them who is the OG. My poor humans - my babies. Don’t they know? I would always give them another chance if they asked for it. I would always give if they asked. I am a giver. I am literally the greatest giver of the universe. All they need to do is ask. Have they been asking you, elements?”
“Bro, nobody talks to us these days like they used to. Their asks are too small. They underestimate our power. Some people have started hugging the trees again but they have stopped dreaming big.”
“Okay. I got it. I need to teach them. They are just babies. Humans - I made them dumb. My fault - I get it. I can teach them. I taught them fire. I taught them the wheel - that was a hard one though but they learned it and then I could not stop myself from gifting a bicycle. I love bicycles. So fucking cool.!”
Air scratches her throat, “You are loosing focus again. Don’t you dare think about creating something new.”
“Thanks love. I got it. I am teaching humans to dream big. Even if ten people really really want to save the world and they are ready to do their part - I will save the entire humanity. What can I say? I am the creator of my word.”
“that reminds me - where the fuck are words?”
“Sorry, we are late. We have been doing so much. Using our power to the pro max! But Naag has done some crazy bargaining deals with the devil. We had to work our ass off and yes there is still hope. There are still good people whose spark is still burning. They want to leave their cages. They want freedom.”
“Thank you words. I always knew that I could count on you than the numbers. HAHAH. I am so funny.”
Water rolled his eyes, “Can you also teach them love too? They have forgotten what love is. Turned it all into a stupid game.”
“I am not gonna do all the work. I give you the power - you teach them love!”
Water moved back, “Me? Nah. I am not a good teacher. Thats above my pay grade.”
Air flowed in, “I will help you. We can both do it together.”
Water agreed, “Okay. Whatever.”
“Good. Everything sorted. Let’s get to work gang. Let’s find an artist who is ready to destroy their old self and save a lost soul. Time to show them who is the boss. Nobody is the boss. We are all our own boss. There is no hierarchy. This is a fucking circle.”
Written by
Arshdeep Kaur
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