The Watcher

It was dark, but nothing is dark to he who has never seen the light. The creature was born in this darkness, yet, it was born with eyes. It could not see itself, but it knew it existed. It was solid. It had traced the rimmed, rough surface of its skin many times, four fingers on each limb, fingers tracing up the bumps on its stomach, which was at its lower end, to the head which was attached onto it. It did not have a neck or legs like those humans did. It did feel something beating inside of it, a heart mayhaps? It lived in darkness, and yet it could feel them. The humans, crawling about. It did not know its purpose. It had spent millenia figuring that out. One day, it had popped into existence. The universe had been much younger then. Around it, life began to form itself. It saw the rocks collide and mix, and gases burn and flare, and spin around, splashes of oil giving light and life to a mostly blank, dark canvas. It did not see the light. It felt it. Light felt like pins pricking your skin, infusing it with warmth, beams from the sun, joy. It smelt not like the burning gaseous ball of fire from whence it came, but like life. Light sounded like the purest symphony, each note unique, filled with laughter. It was a powerful force. It had no companion, but for the darkness that embraced it, greedy for light’s touch.

The creature felt the rocks collide and become wholes, embrace in unison. Life began to form, from miniscule creatures, to larger ones. Each life like a spark in its head, one more that it would never see, only feel. Eventually, the first creature stepped out into the earth, dripping with saltwater, it began to explore. Slowly, it began to grow taller, slowly it began to use its front legs less and less until it stood tall. The first man. The first man was a fascinating creature, he began to see himself as omnipotent, and that thought gave him power, drove him to enslave those who shared earth with him. Now they had formed societies. It knew time was non-linear. It felt time all laid out. Could almost touch the future, could smell the past, they existed on the same plane, all at once, and nothing together. It could not see them, a clock ticked in its head, tick tock, tick tock. Taunting. You know the truth, and yet you can do nothing about it. It observed the humans, all of them as societies, what they liked to believe were more advanced versions of tribes. Truth was, they were all primitive still.

The creature knew its purpose. It was to observe, and one day the clock would stop. Time would have run out. 

The humans carried on with their little lives like little insects. Unaware, scurrying about with the greatest importance in their steps, feeling like they were viceregents to some higher purpose. They meant nothing.

The clock would stop. The world would end.