One pushes me away and screams about the beasts on land, who worship her and build in her light.
One pulls me close and wispers how peaceful the beasts are, but sad in the dark.
"I can't decide if I love the little things for all they do. Who knew such small thing could build rocks to such heights?" She says, burning passion flow from her mouth as babbles flow from mine. One is always too loud. "it's a shame you're stuck in there and can't see it, as destructive as it is. I'm sure if they could get to me they'd rip me apart and build me a new, with no care for what it would do."
I see no shame in being far away from all this, I hold no curiosity as the two of them do.
"Come closer, dear friend, for they are so peaceful when asleep and I don't want to wake them," he says, wonder beams via voice so quiet that if it did not pull me near I'd surly miss it all. "It leaves distrruction is it's wake, carving down the green and blue to make way for something so grey. Yet now at rest, one may forget that it is beasts who control the land, dear friend, as they are so harmless."
I will never see these 'beasts', thank goodness, they are trapped far in their jail, Far away from me.
For now.