Our story begins in the upper atmosphere of a new planet. A planet not yet claimed, settled, or fought over. Completely unspoiled. This planet’s consciousness is clean and clear as newborn skin. Fresh and aware of so much, and so little. It stretches itself awake and alive in a vast universe. 

Having completed their work of imagining it into being, the planet’s conceivers then drifted off to wherever such creatures go. To do whatever else they do. Babysitting new planetoids did not seem to be among their interests or responsibilities. To put it more accurately, they outsourced so much of the care and feeding of their babies that many wondered what they actually did. If they weren’t going to play traffic cop to the inevitable line of things ready to punch this baby in the face, then what were these beings thinking leaving it here like this?

The creator collectives would answer – quite cheekily – “That’s for us to know and you to find out.” If they’d answer at all. Nothing surprising there. Am I right? But I digress.

Our attention naturally lands upon the first responders. The highest layer of consciousness in the universe that actually seems to do something.

We observe in the upper atmosphere of this new, and so far unspoiled planet, two immense ethereal beings. Hovering. I say they’re immense. Really they’re highly advanced multidimensional beings who can size themselves however they like. In this case, we see a form begin to take a humanoid shape of about one hundred meters tall. Its name is Gree. The pale green Gree has no eyes, but glowing white eye sockets. Above its thin, hairless form hovers something like a thin cloud.

Gree floats down from outer space, slowly meeting the ground with its three-toed feet, and breathes.

The second being, Mok, watches before deciding what comes next. As its ethereal form drifts slowly downward through the atmosphere, it takes a humanoid form about one hundred and one meters tall. Its body and limbs have many sharp angles, firm lines. It looks like charcoal grey organic skin stretched over a metal skeleton. Mok’s eyes glow bright yellow. A small blue triangular stone rests in the middle of its chest. Mok slowly opens a palm toward Gree as its feet touch ground.

Mok and Gree have never met, and now start walking toward one another. In the last few steps before contact, Gree raises his palm to meet Mok’s in a warm greeting. They stop, standing before one another. If you were someone like Mok or Gree, you’d notice the briefest flicker of agreement. They’d decided something, and had given consent.

They slow time dramatically as their hands move toward one another. Electric arcs begin jumping faintly between their palms. The electricity brightens with flashes of blue and purple, then loud crackling. They each notice the other’s mouth begin to form the slightest grin.

Their consciousness has searched out, and found, about two hundred lives across the universe. Lives they could share together. And soon, each electric arc popping across the gap is a shared lifetime. They fully live these lives of many shapes, and levels of consciousness. Teachers and students, parents and children, friends and lovers. Humanoids and aquatic creatures of all kinds. Insectoids, reptoids, crystal beings, and even entire organic ecosystems. 

Unity

They experienced countless joys and sorrows together. Seen dreams live and die. They’ve killed, sometimes one another. Stared in horror at billows of smoke on a dozen horizons. They’ve shed every kind of tear, and held each other every possible way, through every kind of storm, and many ecstatic sunsets. Celebrated courage, forgiven cowardice.

They remember the first time they learned to fly, swim, and fuck together. They remember learning telepathy, and their first shared astral travel. Mok and Gree crested the hills of alien worlds, hand in hand. Defended some, conquered others. And suffered loss. So much loss. Alongside the immeasurable joy of their persisting union.

Over eons, their hearts tangled, and entwined. Within a hundred lives across half a dozen galaxies they were able to exist as a harmonious whole. Their consciousness became a frictionless cooperation. They ascended rapidly together across their last twenty lives, requiring more evolved forms. They eventually shed all form, until this moment, to meet just as they are. As if their history had always been.

In what you and I would observe as a brief greeting, these two beings developed the deepest love possible between them. They begin toning a complex harmony known by heart. Their song flows outward, bringing their love’s vibration to everything it touches. Within minutes they’ve stirred the planet’s tiny seeds of life. Clouds form and rains fall, and three moons dance in jubilant celebration.

Mok and Gree reach for one another in full communion as Mok says, “It’s been a pleasure working with you.”

“Until we meet again, old friend.”

Their forms drip and melt in their embrace, then rapidly evaporate as the planet sings its first song.