Threnody for Earth's Wishes

Moon gazed at Earth, remorse swelling in her heart of stone. It had been far too long since she had last heard his voice. But it was his choice to remain silent, to lose his energy, all for the sake of his children.

Billions of years ago, Earth had been a cold place, just like her. But he had always wanted more, dreamed of greater aspirations. And so, he devised a plan to focus his life energy on something Moon did not quite understand at the time. Creation.

At first, it had been harmless experimentation. Earth grew oceans on his surface, and let the magma at his core pour out in geysers. But he remained unsatisfied.

Moon tried to please him, tried to reassure him that all was fine the way it was, but Earth insisted on the glory of his vision. Life, he explained, could be crafted with his energy.

And so, the very first cell was given substance, clinging near the heat geysers residing on the ocean floors. Moon applauded his efforts, for surely, it was a wondrous deed. And for a long time, Earth was happy.

But he grew restless with the passing time. He told Moon of his vision, a land where complex organisms roamed his surface, creating a web of life. Nothing, he believed, would compare with the satisfaction of granting billions life.

Moon pleaded with Earth to see reason. His life force was so strong. Why sacrifice it for countless lesser lives? But he remained steadfast in his ambition, refused to be swayed by her words.

More complex creatures began to roam Earth's surface, great reptilian beasts, and some even possessed feathers. Moon reluctantly conceited that they were magnificent creations. 

Nevertheless, it tore her heart to see her love slowly grow weaker with each new creature birthed. Earth's speech began to slow and his wisdom fade. The sight of her decaying love enflamed a rage deep in Moon, a rage she was not fully comfortable with. But the violent emotion conquered any doubt, and in her fury, she seized an asteroid from the stars and hurled it at her love.

Earth bellowed in pain, but his screams only encouraged Moon. After all, she did it for his well-being. A great shroud of dust covered his surface, blocking his precious creatures from the sun's rays. They perished by the billions. 

And yet, after all the death Moon had inflicted, she was left empty. Her love had reduced her to a monster, forcing her own ideals onto Earth.

Moon yielded to his wishes that fateful day, when Earth shuddered and gave the last of his life force to his creation. She would protect the creatures, not out of love, but out of remembrance for a lost love torn asunder by envy.