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100promptsTitle: 'One Spark'
Fandom: Doctor Who
Prompt: Table #6/Prompt #49: Writer's Choice (using the quote, 'We are an impossibility in an impossible universe.'--Ray Bradbury)
Character/Pairing:
Rating: G
Summary: This is the kind of view that even a poet couldn't dream of.
Authors Notes: Fic = Mine. Characters = Not Mine. Crossposted tosesquidrabbles for Challenge #12: Poet.
This is the kind of view that even a poet couldn't dream of.
The Doctor stands atop the tallest mountain of Moki Salb, smiling softly. He ignores the strong chill in the air; it's easier to stargaze when it's colder, so it's well worth any discomfort. Above him, two enormous galaxies hang suspended in the sky, as though by magic. They are slowly colliding, their arms turning from smooth spirals to contorted ripples and waves. They are caught in a ballet of shared gravitation, gracefully combining.
In time, these galaxies will have fully merged, into a lenticular galaxy. New stars will be born, new worlds will spring into existence. New populations, with new hopes and dreams, will settle or evolve there. Impossible though it may seem, from destruction will always emerge creation. Brand new life springing from the remains of the old.
It only takes one spark to light a blaze.
Fandom: Doctor Who
Prompt: Table #6/Prompt #49: Writer's Choice (using the quote, 'We are an impossibility in an impossible universe.'--Ray Bradbury)
Character/Pairing:
Rating: G
Summary: This is the kind of view that even a poet couldn't dream of.
Authors Notes: Fic = Mine. Characters = Not Mine. Crossposted to
sesquidrabbles for Challenge #12: Poet.This is the kind of view that even a poet couldn't dream of.
The Doctor stands atop the tallest mountain of Moki Salb, smiling softly. He ignores the strong chill in the air; it's easier to stargaze when it's colder, so it's well worth any discomfort. Above him, two enormous galaxies hang suspended in the sky, as though by magic. They are slowly colliding, their arms turning from smooth spirals to contorted ripples and waves. They are caught in a ballet of shared gravitation, gracefully combining.
In time, these galaxies will have fully merged, into a lenticular galaxy. New stars will be born, new worlds will spring into existence. New populations, with new hopes and dreams, will settle or evolve there. Impossible though it may seem, from destruction will always emerge creation. Brand new life springing from the remains of the old.
It only takes one spark to light a blaze.
