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A creature of hectic mischief, boiling seas, and loam void of floral, the Earth was a restless dragon of four-legged claws, soil-crested skin, and a lava-spouting muzzle. It often sought the disruption of peace and beauty, for it didn’t possess such things itself. More than not, Earth would be known to shower the star-filled sky with heat waves, encompassing each prideful roar would be the destructive flow of burning lava, once igniting a helpless star so often it burned for eternity, even hotter than the one responsible for its flaming surface. Now known as the Sun, this star grew to resent the Earth for its foolish behavior. The sun often complained to a young maiden of silver hair and supple utterance, wailing his woes of the earth’s wrongdoings in her embracing presence.
Sushma was a gentle soul, a maiden of great care and justice, and a voice of the softest gusts of air, frequently found humming her soft melodies. The stars always praised her attentive nature. Sushma’s hymn-filled presence was often described as therapeutic to those in her occupancy, serving as a peacemaker to the star's troubles. One who famed her name most was the Sun, with the time, he would frequently spend conversing with the maiden on topics often varying weekly. Sushma, with her fair, freckled skin and crimson rob, brought an air of safety to the expanding galaxy and all who inhabit it, although, there's one of which her compassion has yet to grace.
The Earth kept its foremost distance from Sushma, begrudging her peaceful nature and the ease with which she mediated the others. Earth built a habit of sabotaging the tranquility built by Sushma, springing plans to upset the balance whenever the chance arises. Sushma perpetually kept track of Earth’s actions through the complaints of numerous troubled stars, despite her attempts, she could never get through to the Earth’s stone-willed viewpoint. More often than not, the maiden struggles to reason with the Earth, just as hard it is to catch Earth’s willing presence as it is a shooting star. A game of cat and mouse played between the two for eons before the day of Sushma’s lullaby.
A day as regular as it had been for the Earth, disturbing the stars and agitating the roaring Sun with its pulsing lava and upsetting words. That was until a pacifying tune struck the Earth’s molten core, luring it toward Sushma’s calming chorus from a drifting moon. Sushma sang to the Earth’s corrupt soul, and from her breath came a soothing breeze, cooling its bubbling waters, and inviting the growth of greenery and life on Earth’s once-dry surface. Earth’s resistance to her ballad grew futile as its altering body tucked itself into its burning core in the lull of lullabied rest, and now the Earth’s once fierce form coasts soundlessly along the Sun curled into a perfect sphere.
To this day, in the form of a swaying breeze, Sushma’s melodies drift from the orbiting moon through Earth’s rooted trees and cold ocean waves. eternally trapping Earth in its slumber, and sheltering her well-cherished galaxy from its molten core. Ensuring the continued serenity and ending Earth’s reign of mischief over the surrounding stars. As well, assuring the ability of abundant growth upon Earth’s once inhabitable surface, covering it with the beauty it once swore against. Thus was the story of Shushma’s endless melodies from the moon and Earth’s becoming place in eternal sleep and growth.