Another thought provoking prompt ! Thank you 😀
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The Perfect Being took clay from the river bank, kneaded and shaped it, then breathed life into it. The lump of clay opened its eyes and spoke. “I am Man. You made me; my destiny is to destroy your world. You are not so perfect after all.”
The being was perfect in the way that certain stories are perfect. Brought down by a single foolish act, it's story made sense in a poetic way.
Through creation it had also sewn the seeds for destruction but how high would the creation rise before it all crumbled to dust?
Thank you ! I love that your response was in the same format :)