When anything and everything you ask for is handed to you, those hands seem to blur into nothingness and you forget they're alive just like you are.

They each raised their glasses from the puddles on the table, and clinked them together in celebration. They weren't sure what they were celebrating, but more than anything it felt like they were celebrating that exact moment in time and all of the incredible events that had to take place for it to have existed in time at all.

She was fantastically beautiful, so even though her words sounded like fragile utopian glass that would shatter horrendously on Earth in about five minutes, it sounded nice when she said it.

There just seemed to be so many evolutionary layers to each individual person, some more than others, that they were able to blend their differences into a living mural the way a planet like Hessdalen never could. And never would, seeing as how it had ceased to exist entirely. It had missed it's chance.

It was a beaten-down level of sharing responsibility; a frail society holding each other's hands just to keep from falling over.

In order to cope with death, you need the correct punctuation. Not a final period, not a comma as on Aleya, but a chance to fill in the blank--- life, 'dot dot dot'.

The hatred was, in a word, monochromatic.

It was humanity's way of shrugging 'I don't know, what do you think?' Humanity also had a rather difficult time handling the answers to it's own question.