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A gemstone named Phos- ah well, can you even consider the gem (if you can even call them that!) Phos? They've lost so much of themselves but they seem to have gained much more in return:
Legs, now replaced with agate from the shell of a slug.
Arms of silver alloy that they found on the beach of beginnings.
A head of a long gone comrade, it was given to me as a gift.
An eye made of synthetic pearl, also a gift—one I couldn't refuse even if I wanted to.
...and mercury..
What's next? Their torso; will they replace that with what's left of Padparadscha? Even now they can't be considered a Phosphophyllite. The future only looks bleeker as time creeps forward.
A small island appears in the middle of a dark void. On that small island is a Human. A machine of flesh, bone, and soul. They seem to be yelling nonsense. They are lying in a pool of shattered gem pieces, glimmering from a glowing orb in the humans head. An eye, it's made of synthetic pearl. "Pray for us phosssss~" a voice echoed. "B-but I can't...!" The human said as they tried to calm their nerves.
"Oh this planet, there was once animals called humans" a soft voice spoke, the empty space in front of Then slowly started stirring into a ocean-blue color. "When it broke the sixth time they fled to the seas, it is said that they split into three. Spirit, flesh, and bone." A voice added quickly. "Hey wait..." The human added slowly recognizing what is happening. "They evolved into three different races. My people the Admirabilis are said to be flesh. Bone gained the ability to live throughout the centuries. However the spirit is said to be wondering, hoping to regain their flesh and bone." The pink creature added on. "The moon people are the spirit..." The human Phos mumbles in reply
"That's right, or at least that's what our legends say"
"No.."
"Just like Cinnabar is to you I have something dear to me"
"Wait..."
"I'm sorry"
"WAI-"
Crack
Their legs started to crack at the root. In an attempt to pieces them back together they use their alloy but they can hold onto them. The island crumbles dragging Phos's legs with it.
"Pray for us Phosphophyllite" a voice calls out. "No-!" They reply only to be cut off by that very same voice.
"But you have to. It's the only way you'll get eternal peace" someone from the darkness replies. "N-no–! I won't, this is wrong!!... You're wrong." Phos says as they desperately look around to figure out who, or what said that. The ocean-blue color has now dissipated. Their alloy and mercury isn't doing we'll anymore, it's out of control. It's thrashing around without a care in the world until—
Crack
A figure emerges from the desolate darkness if their surroundings. A white tinted gem. Antarc Phos quickly figures out. "Only if you were never here, maybe if you weren't we'd all be fine" they say breaking the deafening silence. "H-huh?" Phos mumbles wide-eyed as their partner—very first partner stands in front of them being swallowed up by alloy. "No! Wait don't, get away from Antarc-!!" Phos pleads trying to pull the alloy back with their other arm. To their dismay that arm also starts melting to fuse with the pile of goop on the floor. They can't even run to them in hopes of somewhat hugging Antarc for the last time, their legs brutally stolen from them.
Crack
The white tinted gem's head is now split into two main pieces, the alloy is breaking them apart. The more Phos starts to wriggle closer to Antarc the more the alloy refuses to let go of them. Resulting in the entirety of their body to be engulfed in alloy and starting to shatter under the pressure. Phosphophyllite's arms are no longer on their body; they're just stumps of uneven gem, just like their legs. And now they can't keep their eyes off Antarcticite, oh how they wish they could. But they can't, no— they won't, not again.
"Please pray for us" a voice whispered out, this time in a saddened tone. "I will...never give y-you what you want!-" Phos snapped getting cut off by another horrific cracking noise. This time a sunspot appears from behind them slowly moving closer. Their head is breaking off, although it can't completely come undone due to the mercury holding onto it for dear life. The sunspot is now above them reaching down to pull Phos' head off completely.
Crack
"STO-" Phos starts only to be cut off by their head getting torn from their neck, the only thing remaining was a fake pearl eye that fell out right before their head was taken.
A silent body lay on the floating island. Nothing left but a torso, eye, and a corrosive liquid. "I really do hope you will pray" A Voice says from the darkness, only to be met with silence. The very same voice emerges from the darkness walking closer to the lifeless body on the floor seemingly creating a path in the process.
The Voice grabs the pearl from off the ground. "Oh, how I wish you'd just understand again." It spoke in a tranquil tone.
crack
If only Phosphophyllite were still conscious they'd spout a crude remark, but they weren't. The figure slowly turns around and walks back into the darkness. As the path they used to get to Phosphophyllite crumbled as it left.
At long last they were finally ridden of the things that made them who they were all those years ago....except a certain silver liquid lays on the floor, still. But they can't forget who gave it to them.
They tried, to give them a new world, a brand new thing to do. Perhaps if they were still little old ignorant Phos they could have found that job. But they weren't, they were selfish.
But a calmer voice appears, one full of care, but it's so soft, almost like it's not even there. The mercury is giving them one last chance, to make things right.
----------------------------------------------------------------- They ignore it, against Phos' better judgement they ignore it. It's speech disappears, just like the moon it only shines because the sun is there.. But now the sun is gone. The sun is to the moon as Phosphophyllite is to Cinnabar. Without Phosphophyllite, Cinnabar is nothing. That is exactly what Cinnabar is now.
----------------------------------------------------------------- Phos listened to the voice or at least to the best of their ability, the mercury flormed an ear. How they are even able to hear out of it is a miracle A singing voice appears. like the moon only shines when sun is there the voice only comes out when someone is listening. The sun is to the moon as Phosphophyllite is to Cinnabar. The moon takes light from the sun to light themselves up and the sun gives it to them. Without the sun, The moon won't cease to exist, but it would wish it could. But for now, they both bask in light, awaiting the day they can meet again.