GRAND ORBIT
Life did not begin on your dear Earth until the perfect circumstances arose — born from a grand balance of vacuums, forces, and countless drifting spheres floating within this enormously unpredictable orbit, this infinite darkness, so to speak. Life finally bloomed, sparked by the microscopic entities you still loathe, completely ignorant that your very bodies are but nests for the things you despise. You are — like every other creature in existence — merely the sum of tiny things your pretty eyes are incapable of spotting.
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How pitiful that you are arrogant enough to think you have grasped control of all life, when you can barely even sight your own stellar surroundings. Thus, you shall drown in your staggering arrogance whilst I arise from the ground to the great above where you once thought you belonged. You will be buried deep below, while I stand directly above you, laughing in pure delight. You may deem me — since I am a fellow terrestrial — less terrifying than the outlander aliens of your imagination. But you will certainly be confounded by my ferocious, venerable being — a presence you could never hope to reckon with. The dread is nearer than you anticipate, and your feeble endeavors are utterly exquisite.
