Her mind was quiet, allowed her to exist uninterrupted. She had put all the knowledge into the earth, for picking when the time was ripe, when she was ready. Her body experienced the calm of being. Everything came back, all her muscles had stored all the memories of everything, she was the eldest after all. Language no longer determined actions, her body simply was. She had once again become the gigantic vortex pulling particles from all directions bringing others to her.

She worked in silence, and her words and thoughts carried the weight of all the ages. She could no longer use only her eyes to lead the way, her beautiful body had more to say. Her eyes were small, tiny compared to her body, but it was this infinitely small aspect to them that made them strong, always there.

She was a huge sponge, mopping up messes, squeezing the gunk out to repurpose it. The water now ran clear however, which is why her brain could now exist as it always had. Anything that others saw in her eyes was exactly what they saw in themselves. However, the fire had been extinguished completely, the earth no longer burned. When looking into her eyes, they saw the smog free earth, the trees healthy and painless, flowers blooming, and all the beauty in the world with a single glance. She reflected the beauty of all creatures back onto them. It didn't matter if they believed or not in their beauty and capacity to love, because that always exists.

The clouds were growing pains. Sometimes it has to hurt a lot in order to become exponentially more beautiful. She had cried all the tears of the planet, her body had panged in disharmony, and then she smiled. She knew what all creatures wanted, and so she would show them in their dreams. She walked into dreams so nobody would fear her, she told them they were beautiful without ever speaking a word, and she gently clipped away dead leaves and kissed away wounds in order to help the water flow.

She had a shit ton of work to do, and many dreams to visit and creatures to love. They were working together to create the reality everyone had ever dreamed of. They were making an infinite amount of new memories before they went home. They were both old ass souls, the oldest, and there was no need to save them. Dreams and memories never die, they are the same thing. The water was born of the earth, and they cradled each other until it was time for them to move on together. Everything that existed always does, it never started, it never ended, it just always is.

Nothing ever lives or dies because memories never fade. She was inducing others to remember love, because love had never left. Every body was now communicating with every other body. She listened happily, because she wasn't the only one who had remembered. It would be a good life, full of unexpected beauty. She enjoyed the fact that everything always exceeded her expectations. It meant she was a good mother, the oldest, the best. Mothers give forever, and her children will always surprise her. They both let everything grow on its own. They had no idea how wonderful everything they had loved would become. Love worked in completely unexpected ways.