Azure Sky
The sky... glistened. Is that the proper term? It was a perfect azure colour, with several clumps of fog-like objects scattered across its vast length. Almost as if it was a blanket stretched over the Earth with interestingly-shaped... ah, clouds! Right, I remember; that's what he said they were named. To me, the azure truly sparkled. To be honest, I'm simply an observer from below; taking in all aspects of this new world I see.
Several lived and died under this sky. Wonderful memories, and memories better left forgotten soared on the winds of this Earth, sometimes far across this blanket and other times hovering mere centimetres above the grand soil. How fortunate people must have been to have lived under this joyous colour, and to later become a part of it when their time of passing arrived. That's what he told me.
Even though memories of this world still remain, moments like those can never last forever. Eventually, people have to feel sorrow; to face unbearable truths; to die. I would have been very glad to have met a human: to ask how them it felt to have lived here. To ask them how it felt to really feel free, euphoric, and of course, even what it felt like to shed that salty-liquid that poured from their tear-ducts. I believe the correct term is, "to cry." My Grandfather always told me numerous tales about this land, and I listened to each and every story. He made this, "Earth" sound almost magical. He explained to me all of the terms I've come to know right until now. The last tale he told me was about how memories can only go under one category in this world, and that is, "For Remembrance; Learning." Memories can be happy, and sad, but when it really comes down to the end, they are always categorized under that. Therefore, if someone's death is a memory, death is merely a remembrance, and helps the being learn and move on.
He told me that as he lay dying.
At the time, I didn't truly understand what, "sadness" was. He'd explained to me in every context, but I learned that to completely understand it, I had to, "feel it." It still baffles me how even he understood it. He was one of me, was he not? If I had met a human, maybe I could have understood it better.
Though I may look it, I'm not human. I don't understand emotions, and therefore have none. The only memories I contain are the ones of my Grandfather. I'm not even certain of my real name. Even without civilization existing on this Earth, I can almost feel the still existent thoughts and memories left behind on the wind as it whips at my face and wraps around my entire being. Small shards of what seemed to fit the description of, "sand" came swirling up from the surface of the rather warm ground. I squished the odd substance in between my toes willingly.
There is much for me to understand, and in order to do that, I have decided to create a life for myself on this land from now on; to journey across the world and learn as much as I can possibly process, until the day I, "die."
Though there is no one to talk to, I will learn from the memories carried on the winds and create my own, so that I, too, can live under this azure sky and one day become a part of it, myself.
Author's note: Can anyone tell I got inspiration from the Eureka seveN manga about the Earth's memories? XDD;; And the whole beachy outlook is actually based on the scenery at a Beach I went to for a week (I wrote this story then.)
Anyone wondering who's narrating this story? Well, you can decide that for yourself. You can think up who this being is (and what it is. xD;; ) Imagination ftw. :3 I might continue this story one day, but for now, I kind of like it being a stand-alone short story. ^^