It erased us once. In a blink, we did not exist. Nothing left to remember us, except for The Wandering One.
Please understand, it is neither a good or bad being. It simply wanders. The Wandering One has witnessed dying stars, newborn universes, dying universes and newborn stars. In order to create, it must destroy. In order to destroy, it must create. That is the law of the cycle.
The Wandering One has studied us, fascinated with our own cycles. Especially how we create without destroying anything.
It erased us for our ability to destroy without creating anything. The Wandering One judged us to protect the universes ability to grow, to create.
In a blink, we were gone. Nothing to remember us except for The Wandering One.
It stared into the space we once existed. Remembering us, our small actions and the rock we lived in. For the first time, the Wandering One was curious if it really was the right thing to do. It never considered what was right or what was not right.
It began remembering how we create eachother, at the beginning, the one called Mother. How after so much pain and suffering to produce a bloody pile. How she looks at the pile. No matter who the mother is, was or will be, all mothers have the same look.
As though they created a universe.
The Wandering One realized we may not contribute to a growth of the universe, although, it considered us as individual universes of potential.
In a blink we were gone, thus the Wandering started our world at the same time everyone and everything blinked.
The Wandering One has tried to set our rock perfectly as to not disturb our cycle and will continue to do so, only when everyone and everything blinks at the same time.
Next time you blink, if something is missing or twisted, just say what it is out loud.
The Wandering One is always listening. Watching. Waiting.