Back in that time, the earth was a geology tapestry over which the aeons had painted minimalist and monochromatic landscapes with a carboniferous inspiration. Every kind of life form, except the Homos Plus Ultra, had disappeared. This species, obliged by the challenges that the natural selection at a cosmic level imposed to it, took its self-evolution into a new course resulting in the molecular modification of an organism that wasn't base on carbon anymore, but on silicon; with a photosynthetic metabolism that —lacking of an atmosphere whose oxygen atoms had burnt long time ago, or had escaped toward the outer space because of the weakness of the gravity force— processed the gamma and X radiations like a substitute for oxygen.
The Sun, in the rapture of a dark inspiration, burnt all its hydrogen in the bonfire of a nuclear fission looking for the healthier color of a red giant. More than 450 millions of years had passed since its first blush; an adolescent shyness that devoured Mercury and Venus in the course of its expansion. It hadn't swallowed the earth yet, but its effects incinerated all the atmospheres; switched off the magnetic field and weakened the gravity force. In fact, the colossal weight of the red giant had displaced the effect that the earth's weight exerted on the space-time curvature. Reducing in that way the earth's gravitational pull.
At last came the time in which the Homos Plus Ultra knew the days of the life of the earth's effect on the space-time or —to not forget Newton in such ill-fated hour— the gravity force, were numbered. But the Plus Ultras were ready. When they felt the agonic farewell of the gravity force, just closed their eyes and let their bodies float up into the outer space. In that day, the earth saw how her children raised up toward the sidereal blackness: just like spermatozoids searching for the ripped ovules of planets rotating into the ovaries of others solar systems.
- Odilius Vlak
- Odilius Vlak, is the pseudonym of a guy whose real name is Juan Julio Ovando Pujols. He was born and still lives in Dominican Republic. The pen name turned out to be his spiritual name, because it was chosen by his soul, and not by two pieces of rotten flesh, namely, his parents. As a writer he likes to explore the dark aspect of the imagination and place the result in the light's showcase with a fantastic attire. So far, his main way of expression is the prose poem. Some may be very lyric; others, very narrative. But, all of them being a kind of philosophic declaration of why the Dark Fantasy should be loved. He has two unpublished books, of which several samples will be show in this virtual temple: Plexus Lunaris and Bottonless Tombs. Currently he's writing the first story of the book "Chronicles of Tandrel". It will be a universe builded in the same way that "Zothique the Last Continent", by Clark Ashton Smith; that is, showing the whole feature of it, through a series of tales. He also run a Blog in spanish devoted in part to the sacred figure of Clark Ashton smith: the «High Priest» of the Dark Fantasy.
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