<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Earth is inhabited by immense amounts of life. <br/>Moving, breathing, thinking stardust. <br/>All the result of chance, all so adamant to establish, thrive, dominate. <br/>Create. <br/><br/>Humans have the power to create, their minds work ceaselessly. Ideas come and go in a neverending stream.<br/>Some of these thoughts are strong enough to be placed into existence: <br/>cars, planes, towers, ships<br/>drawings, songs, stories<br/><br/>And the others?<br/>Even if for a moment, they existed.</span><br/><br/>Light streamed through a thin series of windows into an otherwise unilluminated room. Dust danced above the cold stone floor. From what, it was impossible to tell; the room was empty save for several large pillars arranged in rows on either side of a thick wooden door.<br/><br/>A small creature grunted as it pushed open the door. It tottered giddily into the room and sucked in a deep breath.<br/><br/>"HEY!" it shouted playfully "Can you hear me!?" it could barely contain its excitement.<br/><br/>The dancing dust suddenly stopped as if time had frozen. Suddenly, all the particles darted towards the door. The dust arranged itself into the silhouette of a man as it advanced until what appeared to be a man had slammed the door hard with an outstretched hand.<br/><br/>"Yes, I can hear you," the black swirling arrangement tiredly remarked.<br/><br/>"Someone must've-"<br/><br/>"Yes, I know what must've! Go figure who it was before things get any worse, okay?" the dust said irritably<br/><br/>"yessir, Mister book!"<br/><br/>The tiny creature saluted with mock seriousness before turning and slowly pulling open the door once again. It turned to look at the silhouette once more a giddy grin plastered on its face.<br/><br/>"Are you gonna use the big voice?" it asked in a low voice hardly containing its ecstatics.<br/><br/>The dust chuckled "I think this is a situation that calls for the big voice," it said as if this was common sense.<br/><br/>The creature giggled and bounced before rushing off.<br/><br/>The dust closed the door harshly. As if fresh air might kill him. " Pfft 'Am I going to use the big voice' she asks,"