Born of Chaos
A Message From Mother Earth | Climate Fiction
The Prompt: (Equal and Opposite Forces)
Newton’s laws of motion tell us that no force exists in isolation—when one entity exerts a force, an equal force responds in return. Forces come in pairs; every action is met with a counterresponse—the symmetry of every countermotion.
Volume 2: FAB = -FBA explores the equal and opposite forces that shape reality. Newton’s laws reminds us that no action exists in isolation—every push meets resistance, every motion has its counter. From collisions and counterweights to mirrored tensions in relationships, politics, and personal histories, this volume asks: “What happens when forces meet?”
Born of Chaos
Birthed in the void
Alone, before time
Before the stars held their silent vigil. It wasn’t darkness, for the dark contains light and time.
None existed
No motion
No matter
No energy
Undefined nothingness
Infinite potential
An eternal cycle
Universes collapsing and rebirthing in an endless cosmic dance. I rose from the chaos-stirred abyss.
Creation
I am that from which all else springs. Time stretches forward, unbroken in my presence. I have seen the rise and fall of empires.
They wanted me silent
They wanted me weak
I remain
Greed has taken their senses
They sell me off as if I were nothing.
My children have paved over my skin, poisoned my rivers, and turned my forests into graveyards of splintered bone. The roots of my body twist through soil now laced with poison, making my breath stink of rot. Oceans churn in my veins, blackened with oil.
They do not hear
The roots splitting the asphalt beneath their feet.
Nor do they see
The omens in the smoke-filled sky.
They will
A Mother does not weep forever.
A Mother remembers.
And she rebuilds.
A Mother does what she must.
***
A tremor, and they ignore it. Oh, but they will regret that they did not listen when I speak.
I send the rain to wash away their sins.
Heavy.
Relentless.
Unforgiving—flooding the streets and drowning out the emptiness of their lives.
Foundations sink and melt away.
The seas rise to meet them, thick and dark—waves crash into their shores, swallowing their monuments, their progress. They drown in the mess they’ve made of me, pulled down into the deep where they can never be found.
Their ships, their treasures, their precious things—all pulled back into Gaia’s embrace.
A bell that signals the end of days.
The earth will crack beneath them, opening wide, swallowing them whole. Everything they’ve built, everything they’ve stolen from me, will come undone.
And they? They will be nothing but dust.
***
Now they understand my power as they scramble, frantic and terrified.
They cry for mercy.
It’s too late.
I warned them when I bent the trees, when I whispered in the winds, and when I made the earth tremble underfoot. Still, they thought they could ignore me—could take and take without consequence.
The wind turns black.
Gaia reclaims itself.
Once again, I am alone.
***
This is not the end. I am born of Chaos.
From the ruins, I will bloom anew. The roots that split their concrete will give way to green.
What they defiled, I will cleanse. The rivers will run clear again, and the air will breathe fresh with renewal.
The beasts they cast aside will return, reclaiming the land that was always theirs. And in the quiet, in the stillness after the storm, the world will belong to the meek.
Those who respect it.
Who understand.
A Mother gives—but she does not forget.
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