Once, in a time of one continent and one ocean, everyone was disguised as rocks. The earth shook us from her land as a lion shakes mud from his mane and we sank for thousands of years, like falling stars, across the then bottomless ocean. In our descent, we met blood, disguised as moss, and wore it on our softening exteriors. What it recorded was yet unbounded by cells. The water un-creased us and we sifted into sediment, forming small beds, floating bodies of sand, for the moss to crawl between. Over time we gathered, body atop body, and become wholly heavier than the water, who revealed herself to be the land, who we fell upon, bleeding and gasping, again at the mercy of the atmosphere. On the first night, we watched the stars and ached as the water, disguised as clouds, rushed between us.