Earth took a comfortable posture, her Andromeda body radiating a warm, ethereal glow.
Roman couldn't help but feel attracted to her, but he made sure to focus on the conversation, fascinated by the secrets she was about to reveal.
"So, you see, in the past, my humans had no magic," Earth began, her voice like a gentle breeze on a summer day.
Roman's curiosity got the better of him, and he questioned, "Your humans?"
Earth chuckled, her laughter like the soft tinkling of wind chimes. "Indeed, if it were you, wouldn't you refer to them as humans of Earth? So, since I am Earth, they are my humans."
Roman nodded understandingly, his eyes locked onto hers, indicating for her to continue.
Earth's gaze seemed to drift into the distance, as if she was accessing ancient memories hidden deep within her being.
"In the beginning, my humans were fragile, vulnerable to the whims of nature."
