Across the dreary winter borders
there once stood a brilliant city. The city had magnificent lights that shone
with all the brilliance in the world, the colors of the lights were those of
the window, and the whole city looked like a beautiful picture from a tainted
window. Buildings were all ingeniously designed and crafted, with arches and
natural colors resembling those of nature, and greenery lined the edges of the
roads. Modern, yet traditional; mechanical, yet natural all the same; it was
designed by humans, yet it matched the beauty of nature in every aspect. The “city
of lights” as the people called it, it was beautiful, picturesque and perfect.
Citizens are always free to do
what they want, the city is self sustaining – you don’t have to worry about
food or electricity. The solar panels provided ample electricity for the city
to run on as long as there is enough sunlight, and the machineries are able to
self operate and cultivate food and engineered crops capable of feeding the
entire city. Take a stroll along the city when you’re free, you’re never tired
of the city lights. Or have a picnic at the parks where you can just sit down
and appreciate the beauty of the nature and city combined. Everyone was always
occupied with the various activities the city provided, be it playing games or
working. We were contented, happy and free.
I was a modern man, I believed in
technology, in the ability of human creation. To me, there was no god. To us,
the inhabitants of this grand city, we were our own gods; there was no higher
being other than ourselves. We are the engineers of the future; we are the
creators of life; we are the grand deity which rules over the rest of the
world. Life is no longer a creation of god, but merely a product of the incubation
tanks. What god can do, we can do too.
So why fear god, when you can be
god? Why do you believe in something that doesn’t exist, when you can believe
in yourself, rely on yourself, and solve your own problems?
“Noah was a smart man that
believed in god, the foolish were punished by god because they have started to
believe nothing but themselves.” “The day the sky turns red means that the
world will end”
Brilliant colors of the sky
intrigue me, their bright blue shows me that world of open possibilities, and
their tinge of orange signifies the end of the day. The darkness of the sky shows
the end of the possibilities, the end of life. Lying back on the park bench,
the sky was odd today – it was blood red, and the clouds were moving too fast.
The sky seemed like a swirling whirlpool of blood, a grim reaper from the sky,
a foreboding of death. Scary as it was, this apocalyptic foreboding was
beautiful, yet dreadful at the same time, and I could only stop and marvel at
this painting of nature.
This terrific beast of nature
quickly grew, and this beautiful whirlpool of death converged and started
forming into a hurricane, gradually taking the form of cone of wind. The ground
also shook, and rain started to fall.
All of this was odd – the city of
lights has been known to be impervious to all forms of natural disasters, and weathers
were regulated within the city.
As I stood watching the formation
of this mammoth of wind, the dread and horror began to form up within me, as I
felt the ground tremor violently, and wind started pouring onto my head.
Knowing nowhere to run to, I hid in a small cave that was a common dwelling for
the park goers. From this cave, I saw this destruction of the city. I saw years
of perfect engineering and architectural progress go down the drain, as every
single building started to twist and turn into a convulsed manner, eventually
breaking apart and being blown away by the wind. The ground also opened up,
swallowing the vehicles along the streets. This was a disaster – the wind
carried people off the ground, and the remaining ones were swallowed up by the
openings in the ground. There was a pandemonium as people scrambled to safety,
but few made it. Surprisingly, this natural cave has provided a good protection
against the harms, and I survived through this string of disasters.
It wasn’t easy witnessing the
grandest city to fall. The colorful lights of the city all turned grey, and the
grand arches and green buildings all collapsed and broke down. As if submerged
into a gigantic pit, the buildings started to fall one by one like a stack of
dominoes, creating pillows of smoke as they go down. It was a saddening sight,
it was a dark sight.
So where is god now? He was there;
he was the one who caused this. He wanted to show us he exists, and that all of
us were foolish to believe in ourselves. We were the ones who created our downfall.
It’s kind of sad, that the original
brilliance of the city are now ruins beyond that winter plains. Surprisingly,
this aboriginal village that I stay in now are god fearing and believing, and
somehow they are happy with what they have.
