I am Breath. The breath of life. The one in everyone and everyone in one.

I am Breath. I breathe life into everyone. From the smallest bacteria to the Giants of the mountains.

I am Breath. You need not worship me, for I live inside you. Would you worship part of yourself?

So be at ease...

And breathe...

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Glittering like the finest of diamonds, the sea devours the coast with ravenous hunger. I carefully pluck some grains of sand and carry them in small whirlwinds. They travel a few paces before meeting an unyielding wall of flesh laying on Cotton.

But I am also flesh, as much as I am Wind.

Stolen story; please report.

As much as I am, I, also, am not.

The current I, is none, for I am me only when I will it.

And I have not willed it for eons.

I let the pinkish, sometimes blackish creatures play with me, or rather let me drive them, but they are still themselves.

They are curious, these pinkish creatures. Even as early as their first evolutions from hairy apes, they worshipped deities.

Some worshipped me, but as I said, is it not foolish to worship part of yourself?

But they offer flesh.

And I offer breath.

This trade has gone on for ages.

Then they had wielded Fire. They had taken Stone and Earth and fashioned liquid ore.

They brandished Iron and destroyed other pinkish creatures.

As they did so, they destroyed breath.

I should be sad, bereaved as I was.

I am not. For as breath leaves them, I breathe again.

I become whole again.

In fact, I should be thanking them.

Still, I could not help but wonder...

Breath is fleeting. My existence is a congregation of fleeting instances.

Then, what is the purpose of my existence?

If I only exist to give breath... There could be such a purpose. What if there was more?

Ah, a new pinkish creature has been conceived.

Hello, little one.

Be at ease...

And breathe...