At the beginning three creatures
came to be out of the emptiness
of time and space.
Immortal and powerful
these beings soon grew bored,
and out of boredom they created
what we now now as the universes.
Among their creations
there was the human,
a bright creature, stupid sometimes
but creative and resourceful.
There was but only one problem,
whenever a particularly interesting individual
arose, it would soon after,
inevitably die.
A problem that was quickly solved,
a paintbrush which would grant immortality
to whomever was portrayed
by means of this brush.
You might have heard of such a brush,
it once immortalised in canvas
one particular individual known to man
by his name, Dorian Grey.
Highlanders, cavemen, vampires and gods.
Fountains, explorers, drinks and bites,
the gift of immortality was quickly immortal by itself,
by means of myth and legend.
Legend that would, in time
fuel human imagination and desire,
magic turned into alchemy,
and alchemy into science.
Science and technology
were then applied in pursue
of the purest of all dreams
the dreams of immortality.
And when the dream was finally achieved,
and against all predictions,
it was given to all men kind,
not only those with means.
A few hundred years later,
the now immortal humans grew bored
and in time, boredom became
insanity.
As ending ones life was not an option
due to the corner stone that was morality,
and the real reason, fear of death
fed for millennia.
In their boredom they realised,
that immortality was more of a curse
than the gift they always
dreamt it would be.
That those beings were not offering a gift
but spreading the curse they had,
in the hopes it would make them feel better.
It did not.
In spite of their awareness of that fact,
the now immortal humans created other beings,
in the hopes that this would amuse them,
or at least make them feel better.
Not realising they were just continuing
a cycle that would, in time,
repeat itself forever.
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