Once there were giants. They roamed the land, carved it. They controlled the world, drawing lines into rivers, shovelled hills into mountains. They were smart, and they lay down pipes and machinery, creating contraptions for food and play and learning. Amidst summer fields and lazy rivers, their children ran laughing in the gentle breeze.
There was innocent laughter, along with their brutal cruelty to the world. The world benefited from their presence through the plants they sew throughout the land, but the planet was equally as devastated by the wreckage their waste left behind.
One day, they were gone. Maybe they became extinct, maybe they left. The complexities of existence makes it impossible to judge whether it was a just ending, a positive change, only that the giants were simply an event that had happened, one that had cleaved the path for the future forever onwards.