btwimkortney

once upon a time when the world was still new, all things were still. the earth that my brother created was a block, a sphere carved from the hollow of his cheek that he set down unfurled & dusted off beneath our feet. and though all space lived in stasis, all stasis lived in space, the whole lot of us revolved around a block of earth and the words of one brother. when things changed, we set the sun in the sky with my sister's light and my neverending folly. luck spun the sky and then things changed. the earth now moves and we creatures, vile as we are, remain static. the earth revolves around the sun, in this world