”The world’s an oyster, and I’m the delicate connoisseur.”

(When Cosmos wants a snack #2. Only this time – it’s more like a full course meal.)

It was not like cosmos ever could run out of energy. So far beyonf mortality was she that she had become one with death. The goddes of the afterlife whose boddy housed every soul of every living thing that had ever been on this planet.

But her body did not crave merely for the souls of her subjects. Not merely the things that had been, but the life blood of today, Of that which what was, and would be.

It could not wait for them to perich. She was the goddess of death – and as such would cause death. Bring its sweet blessings onto all her subjects and the world whish they inhabited.

Previously, she had sustained herself uppon the sweet offerings of her population. but the people of a country of two would no longer be enough to satisfy her ethernal cravings. Now, her body hungered for nothing less then the very core of all that from whish life had spawned from. Now, her body hungered for nothing less then the very core of all that from which life has spawned from. from the world itself, that had given rise to so many wondrously tasty lifeforms.

And who was she to deny herself anything?

Her every step earthquakes that moved the continental plates. Mountains crumble into sand, softening up the soil and tenderising the land like an particularly juicy steak. Cracking the planets crust like an eggshell and letting the sweet sustenance of magma and lava spill out across the landscape like the hottest barbecue sauce.

She slurped greedely of the sweet juices from the molten core. She had never before tasted the raw spicy power of the earth. But now she could not stop herself, did not want to stop herself.

The continental plates were like dinner plates. Plates that she threw around, destroying the geography and reshaping the world into image of her own design. Into the image of a massive round dinner table. The world opening upp to her like a big round banquet. Each environment offering a different taste. A new sensation. From the crunchy cake of the dragon volcanoes, to the moist sallad of the densest rainforest. All sprinkled with the sweet nectar of life forms. The great crisp porridge flakes of the desert sand. And the rich thick stew of the highland plains. The thick – hard boiled mountains and the great meringue snowscapes of the north.

All to be washed down with a large gulp of refreshing salty ocean.

As a goddess of all things, she may be beyond the earthly needs of sustenance.

But the sight of all that her world so gently offered her made her really, really HUNGRY.