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Prologue
The Nebula stared at the empty space around it. The Nebula murmured a sound of loneliness as it gazed at the absence of light. There was light somewhere, the Nebula was sure. It was the light. But the Nebula couldn't see itself.
Future stars that the Nebula would create would wonder what the Nebula was. Surely it was a female because it created the stars? The Nebula thought itself as a male, but wouldn't say anything when the stars would label him female. The Nebula was content at the moment to think about all the little stars that would light up space. He would be able to see their light, while they could marvel at his own glow.
The Nebula was trying hard to be patient as he felt his stomach bubble and boil with the little orbs of light. Some would be big but shine only a little, while others would be tiny but would shimmer like the sun-
Sun.
The Nebula shifted into space as it thought over the word that had just entered his mind. What was a Sun? Was it a star? Could he create one named Sun?
The Nebula wanted to name all of the stars he created. It wanted them to have friends, and it hoped that all the names he chose for him, they would like them. Maybe even be proud of their names. The Nebula could only dream-
Dream.
The Nebula was confusing itself today-
Today. He did it again.
The lonely Nebula stared out into the dark space with sad eyes. The stars in his stomach would take years to form, and then even longer to appear into the space that was so dark. He would define every single term he thought of, and would teach it to the stars he made. But would he have time to think of all the terms he thought of day to day? Yesterday, he had thought of the strangest word, and thinking of it now dumbfounded him.
Moon. That was it. The Nebula felt a tiny smile form on his lips as he felt his stomach churn with the baby stars. Maybe the stars inside him were trying to talk to him? He hoped for a bright star, brighter than the others. He would make sure that the neighboring planet was warm.
The planet next to him was covered in shadows. If he peered close enough, he could see the plants that were dying and animals that were starving. The Nebula hoped that at least one of the stars would light the planet up, and warm it. Other planets were nearby too, but this one planet was interesting because it had water. When he thought about it, the Nebula wanted a star to control the water. Would any of the stars he made be powerful enough?
He thought of all the terms he had been puzzling over for the years, stared at the planets –whose sizes varied greater, one planet was trying to be as big as he was- and decided names. The planets around him would be named Mercury, Venus, Saturn, Uranus, Pluto –though the Nebula worried about that one, it was so far away and small, but he named it anyways-, Mars, Neptune, and Jupiter. Jupiter was the big one.
The planet with the water would be called Earth. The star that watched the Earth, always floating close to it would be called the Moon. The term was lovely, but it felt wrong on the tongue. He thought of another name for the moon: Luna. The star called Sun would warm up the Earth, and all the planets around the Nebula would dance around the Sun.
Something felt off about the name Sun as well. He decided to name it Sol. It reminded him of all the languages the future little stars that lived on Earth would speak. In Spanish, the Sun was called Sol, and the moon was called Luna. The Nebula hoped that the stars on Earth would form quickly as well, but something told him that he wouldn't make them.
Maybe whatever had made him would make the little stars that would reside in Earth.
The Nebula thought back to the names, and decided one for himself. It was simple: Nebula. In the continent that the little stars on Earth would name Latin America, his name meant misty.
Hopefully the stars he made would see him as misty. He wanted to be seen as a misty, bright creator that loved them all.