The Venarsian dream of Pink Moon Midnight Blue
The birth of a new being was conceived. Some called it a new order of species; others interpreted it as the will of divine intervention while others began to wonder where she got the wits to challenge the norm of conventionalism. But you see, she was born intact and free of daring thoughts. At least for now. For these are the epiphanies of the Venarsian Mind.
While many discussed the destiny of the new being, so did she. Some lost in the myth started uttering: “There she was looking back over her shoulder with her black wavy hair protecting her modesty” some could say “Botticelli couldn’t be so sure if Venus could ever be this Martian” others tried to foreshadow her destiny “The crimson red and relentless crude landscape of Mars now engulfed her pastel pink existence in danger.”
What’s her name? A Venusian brought to Mars, what to call her? Unlike Botticelli’s birth of Venus, she was born in a world that juxtaposed her with a crude reality. The blue beauty of Paphos was now an intense hue of celeste and rosy waves. Unlike Botticelli’s muse, she was not promptly aided to be covered by no nymphs. Instead, her figure was left out in the open…to be seen and examined by divine and mundane thoughts. Defining her existence by anything but her nature seemed a clear oxymoron. Somewhere in her journey her soul failed to fall under the “appropriate” mold thus such is Venus trapped in the body of a Martian. The mold of all contrasting aspects that her soul represented. In a time where Venusians obtained their molds from Venus and Martians from Mars, (duh), hers was a delicate dilemma for she was conceived in the “in between”.
Thus, there she was pondering the same: who am I? as the glittery Pink Moon revealed her silhouette from the shadows of the Midnight Blue. These forces of nature answered her conflicting question: You are us, you are our vastness, you are Pink Moon Midnight Blue, the Venarsian, the universe observing itself. Alone in her thoughts, lost in her sudden realization, the ferrous landscape of Mars tugged her back to reality. Dreamy epiphany but it’s time to stop day dreaming. How soon would the Martians discover the mirror did not reflect them in her. If her true nature was revealed, they would inevitably ask her, where do you come from? If you aren’t either from Venus or Mars. She thought shakenly…yikes.
But, mistaken I was for she was indeed born with daring thoughts as she bravely in her nakedness revealed yet another layer of her existence. Gazing into the intrigued eyes of her brethren, as her breath shakenly transformed into words :
I am from a world between Venus and Mars, a world I like to call “Earth” and I…I am a Venarsian mind.
