Puddle sat alone by the side of the road. There was no wind. There was no air. Space flowed all around without a single spot of home. Time spiraled in loops and loops. The sun had no power. Everything, in equilibrium. Thermodynamic and dead. Disorder dissolved. Chaos consumed. The Sea of Tranquility and Utopia Planitia. Spherical homes of rock. Still. Stop motion.
Then.... plop!
Shit.
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