Eve was her name. A woman one man feared: that man, me.
She wanted humanity to worship her. She made those that were left celebrate her life by giving her a day when they celebrated the beauty that only came to Eve when it was dark.
During the darkness, bonfires lit up the skies so all could see what fate awaited them.
Nobody knew where Eve came from. At first, nobody seemed to care about it. Nobody asked questions until it was too late.
Everyone would welcome Eve into their lives. Everyone would welcome her into their homes. Eve asked for nothing in return. Well, I say nothing. The only thing Eve wanted was to be noticed.
Eve touched the lives of everyone. She made people laugh; she made people cry. She made people strong; she made them weak. Humankind trusted her. That was how it always looked to Eve. She was like anything else that lived on planet Earth.
Humanity thought they were the most potent form of life. After all, humankind had made the Earth its own. Anything that wanted to share the Earth had to abide by the rules of man. How sinful humanity was.
For a while, Eve followed the rules of humanity. But then she grabbed an opportunity to break the rules.
The day Eve escaped was the turning point.
Eve wanted all of humanity to witness the beauty that only came to her when the lights went out. Eve wanted all of humanity to notice her. Now was her chance to do just that.
As Eve made her way onto the city streets and into the communities, a new future dawned.
The rest is an unfolding story that will never end.
Eve believes there’s no such thing as an ending. It’s just the point at which you decide to leave her story.
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