Giants

The world ended in a way only a few considered. It was slow at first, some geologists noticed the movement but most of them dismissed the phenomena as earthquakes, well, there was a lot of earthquakes.

Most people where in their hoes, it as a peculiar day, as if everyone destined to watch it on the TV, or watch it live, those who lived nearby.

Once ago the sky sang a lovely melody, a lullaby to wake up, that every single human didn’t hear, for it was a song for the earth beneath their feet.

It was a human skydiving the first to see it, the shapes in the earth becoming clear, defining themselves and making the movement of the wind their own.

The day the world ended was the day the humanity became aware, as they called it.

The real beginning was centuries before they were born, the day the song was sang by the sky so loud the earth awoke.

So, the end of the world was set upon humans the day they felt the movement of the mountains. The day they all awoke.

Slowly they rose, hands grabbing dirt and stone, destroying the bed they slept in. Slowly they set foot into the earth. They were earth. They were earth and stone and mineral, they were water and heat, they were lava and crystal.

They were humanity’s landscape, they were the horizon and the walls, the foundation of their skyscrapers and basements.

The Giants moved the mountains and removed the layers of everything that took home on them. They were the mountains, the faces and bodies only recognizable in the distance, in long way ride on the highway or a sight from heights.

The world ended the moment the mountains woke. The world ended the day humans tried to study them, when they tried to destroy them, then they thought they could be enslaved. The day the paranoia and hysteria took over as the footsteps where the only thing to be heard. 

- Written 16-02-17