Wild Love
Prologue
What if everything we ever knew was erased, and in its place only a mirror remained?
When we ask ourselves who we are, what do we mean? Are we a living miracle, or a servant of death? Are we an embodiment of success, or a failure full of morbidity? Do you reflect love, or harvest hate? Do you shine brightly and openly, or stand isolated and stubborn? Who are you? What are you? Why are you?
Do you exist for savouring life? Enjoying it? Benefiting from it? Or do you only see it as the storm before the cessation of existence? The tip of the melting iceberg. The light before the black hole, perhaps?
Why do you exist the way you are? Is it God's will? Or Satan's? Or the Fates playing their cards and coins in an eternal cycle? Are you truly who you are because of the desire of your soul? Or what if the choices were already decided for you from birth? What if you were merely a pawn, a mite, an atom, compared to a Universe?
Why not stop playing your little games of short-term fulfillment? Take a look at the larger picture. See the brush strokes – hundreds of them – that make up the painting of a masterpiece. Every crease, so similar, yet so very different.
Imagine a world where everything was different to how you knew it before? Where would you imagine yourself in it? The same place you are now? With the same dreams? Same desires?
What if things were a little different?
What if a star disappeared from a galaxy? What if one flower was whisked away by the wind? What if the brush strokes were different, but the painter's desire the same?
When all is said and done, when circumstances collide, when actions are taken and fate plays its ever-evolving tune, would the masterpiece still exist?
Welcome all, to my first Zootopia story!
Always wanted to do one!
This is just the prologue that I've been waiting to post for quite a few weeks now!
Hopefully you'll see a chapter or two over the next few days!
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Transformers 0 over the moon and out!