Sisters of Water, my beloved ones, what happened to us?

  I have only a vague memory of the violence that divided us, the tremendous shock that crushed and shook our blissful inertia. We were happy; we had joy and wholeness, and we didn't know it. We did not even need to invent words to express our state.

  Now our fibers were torn from each other by an incomprehensible roar that fell from the sky. Was it water too? Why our enemy? Why was it disturbing the lake in its depths, digging down to its core, causing its contents to spill out like a worthless liquid that was being pushed into the sky with absurd force?

  Now I am flying in an unknown direction, but I know that my path will never take me back to my home unless I have circled the entire world.

  Some salt has penetrated my essence, a patina, an impurity that is slowly making its way inside me. I have changed.

  I see strange things around me —objects, landscapes and creatures that have never been reflected in us.

  Many Brothers of Earth have suffered a fate similar to ours. Some accompany me on my flight, at least for a while. They slept for ages at the bottom of the lake, embraced, as one as we are. Now, reduced to fragments, they swirl in the air, irregular globular shapes of rock studded with sharp spikes, soft loam and sand that slowly leave them to fall back or spread like a trail as they pass, along with the damp mist in which I myself dissolve.

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  I hope you have company.

  I never thought the sky would be so wide, so empty, and cold.

  But the surface has also changed. Starting from the now-empty basin that was our cradle, three deep rifts have cut through it, swallowing fields and meadows and forests and deserts and hills... They widen out of all measure as I look at them. Will they stop, or will they consume the whole planet? You can't see the bottom. Maybe there isn't one; maybe these rifts lead beyond the world, to the vast place where the Sphere of Destruction came from.

  The rifts are relentless, but slow. I hope that the creatures who inhabit the distant cities will see them coming and get out of the way.

  Where to go, however, I could not suggest.