There was, back in the days before time truly existed, a man who lived by the sea. Everyday he would wake early and gaze out towards the horizon, waiting for the sun to rise, to greet him into that day. The sun gave him hope and happiness, for he always knew the sun would be there and not waiver. It allowed him to work during his days. And, no matter how badly his day had gone he always knew the sun would come up everyday, washing the world in a clean new light to start again.
And this man's precious sun arose from the glorious sea. His sea which provided so much for him. For it was his sea gave him his livelihood. After watching his sun rise he would get onto his little boat all spend all day on his sea, gathering all that he needed to eat for the next morning. And his sea was deep and beautiful and caring. It would always give him what he wanted, what he needed to survive. Each day he would watch his sun rise from his sea.
And each and every night after coming home from the sea, he would gaze up into the heavens. He would stare for hours at his stars and his moon. They allowed him to dream and reflect upon his life, let him gather his thoughts and make plans for the days coming. And just like his sun and his sea, they would always be there for him. Always giving him hope and livelihood and dreams. When he was done dreaming and thinking the man would go into his hut and say a silent "Thank You" before he slept to his sun and sea and stars and moon, for without them all he would be lost. For countless years the man continued that process. Watching his sun rise, spending his days on his sea, gazing towards the heavens at night and saying a silent "Thank You" before he fell asleep. For this man, it was all he ever wanted out of his life. It was perhaps not the most glorious or prefect of lives, but he was happy with it. It was all his and that was more than enough for him. And he never wanted that to change.
Yet one day a wretched creature came forth from deep inland. This creature was vile and evil and ugly, yet could appear loving and gentle and kind...appear to be a god amongst men. And this creature would wait until the was asleep every night and go to work. It would court the sun, telling it that the man truly did not appreciate it. It would paint beautiful pictures in words for the sea, telling it that the man only used it for his own selfish needs. It would caress and laugh with the stars and moon, telling them that it would never hurt them. Yet it was all just lies to trick the sun and the sea and the stars and the moon.
This creature aimed to take everything away from the man, for the creature had none of it. In it's world there was no sun to greet him everyday, no sea to provide for him, no stars or moon to let it gaze upon and dream and feel loved. It did not care about the man. All it cared about was its own greedy wants and needs. Because, for the creature, it wanted everything it could never nor should ever have.
And the creature did this for several months.
The man awoke, looking forward to seeing his sun rise. As it always did and always would. He left his hut and looked out towards the horizon...which was unusually dark. And he waited. And waited. His sun never came up. The man was confused and hurt and scared, for this had never happened before. He rushed out towards his sea in an attempt to find his sun, yet when he reached what should of been the shore there was nothing. His sea had dried up and left him. He was left hopeless and hungry and hurt. He stared listlessly out to the horizon hoping that his sun would come forth at that moment, hoping that it was playing a little joke on him. And with it he hoped it would bring his sea back to him. But his sun did not come up, and his sea did not return. Unsure what to do, the man returned to his hut and fell asleep. He was looking forward to waking up at night and gazing up at the heavens, dreaming with his stars and moon. The man awoke that night and rushed out of his hut and tossed his head back to greet his moon and stars. But...the sky was inky black. His stars were not there twinkling and shining at him, his moon not present to look down upon him and make him feel loved. The man's sun and sea and stars and moon were gone.
Looking around frantically, the man noticed an unusual glow far inland. Having nothing left for him where he was, he walked towards the glow. After a long journey he reached the glow. And when he did, he fell to his knees and wept. Spread before him was his sun on the horizon, his sea stretched before him, his stars and moon in the sky. And in the middle of it all was the creature, laughing at the man. It had taken everything away from him, and now they all belonged to it. It had successfully stole away everything from the man while he slept through the use of pretty lies and false promises. The man gazed upon the creature and cursed it loudly. He could see it for what it truly was. He could see that it was dark and evil and vile and wicked. It had taken his everything from him. The man, now totally broken, slowly returned to his dark hut.
When the man returned, he had no idea what to do. Without his sun and sea and stars and moon there was nothing left for him. He wondered if he perhaps he should of shouted his thanks and love to the sun and sea and stars and moon instead of doing so silently. He wished he would have, for perhaps he would still have his sun and sea and stars and moon. Yet it was all to late. The man was not perfect in any sense of the word, yet he truly did love all that he had. He had sunburns to remind him of the sun, scars and calluses he obtained while fishing to remind him of the sea, and an ever stiff and sore neck from gazing at the stars and moon. The reminders hurt the man's heart more than any mortal should be able to live through, yet he did. Somehow. The reminds let him know of his imperfections and shortcoming, never let him forget the unjust acts that had happened to him. And with that, the man retired to his dark hut.
