The God Phos

10,000 years had passed since Phos had prayed for the eternal rest of those Dwellers, The Lunarians, who hoped to redeem themselves from their human selfishness, leading them to nothingness. Since then on planet Earth there was no new life form, no derivative of humans, simply the God in his solitude, falling into the grass like a delicate blanket, his ethereal form curled up to fall asleep, letting time around him pass He really wished for some company, some life form with which to communicate and fill that loneliness…