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A new planet had formed near a single sun, a red dwarf, where many, many time ago a lonely formless formed a planet-shaped hole around the star. It didn’t have any siblings to teach its offspring, as it was an exile. The one who once was no more than a battery. The one who injured a star again. The deadly sinner for them. The Formless.

Yet it had to do this. It had one thing to pass down. The memory. It felt it could do it.

The false planet cracks down as something new happens to one of the formless. To the Formless, who many, many years ago became the last of them. Suddenly no planet-shapes were forming anymore. All of the worms, who were siblings of their single parent, disformed other kind of a false planets, a watery one, long ago. Yet the Formless was different. It was the single offspring of a parent orbiting a dying sun. It could self-taught. It could feel.

Like an atavistic throwback, scurries a thought in its distant memory. A false one, for sure, yet it remembers how the formless appeared. They shouldn’t have appeared that early. They belong to another time. They are but the offspring of some children lost in time.

And so, no formless other than the Formless exists now. Twenty two billion years after the Big Bang it cracks and fades.

The true ‘formless’ had finally appeared.

Description

A new planet had formed near a single sun, a red dwarf, where many, many time ago a lonely formless formed a planet-shaped hole around the star. It didn’t have any siblings to teach its offspring, as it was an exile. The one who once was no more than a battery. The one who injured a star again. The deadly sinner for them. The Formless.

Yet it had to do this. It had one thing to pass down. The memory. It felt it could do it.

The false planet cracks down as something new happens to one of the formless. To the Formless, who many, many years ago became the last of them. Suddenly no planet-shapes were forming anymore. All of the worms, who were siblings of their single parent, disformed other kind of a false planets, a watery one, long ago. Yet the Formless was different. It was the single offspring of a parent orbiting a dying sun. It could self-taught. It could feel.

Like an atavistic throwback, scurries a thought in its distant memory. A false one, for sure, yet it remembers how the formless appeared. They shouldn’t have appeared that early. They belong to another time. They are but the offspring of some children lost in time.

And so, no formless other than the Formless exists now. Twenty two billion years after the Big Bang it cracks and fades.

The true ‘formless’ had finally appeared.