Every day, the muse watched the titan in the sky. Over the years, it drew closer and closer. The muse suspected that some of the big ideas it took down had broken off from the large one in the sky. There was no way to be sure. There was one thing it was sure about. Sometimes, when it caught a big idea, the sky titan got closer.
Closer it drew until one day a shadow had fallen over the land. Powerful hurricane winds ripped through the forest. Animals hid, and the trees flailed like the ground shook beneath them. The wind was so loud the muse could barely hear its own thoughts. Water, dirt, and leaves scratched at the muse’s face. It held up an arm to protect itself so it could see.
Blocking the sun was a glorious, titanic idea. The surface of its body rippled like a rainbow mandala. It had no wings. Instead, the sides of its long body had large flippers. They weaved through the air like the oars of a Viking boat as it snaked through the clouds. The beast’s head shifted between different shapes. Its tail split into nine tentacles with claws at the end. Then, the beast’s clicking screech ripped through the air. It rode on the back of the howling wind.
The day had finally come.
Grabbing all its mightiest weapons, the muse set forth to conquer the titan in its skies. The idea’s influence was mighty and blew the muse off course. Muscled through the wind, it landed on the beast’s back. There, the powerful winds were but a heavy breeze. The beast’s back was tough and thick. When the muse examined it further, its texture shimmered. From one moment to another, it could be as hard as rock or as soft as a feather.
The muse looked upon the world living atop the sky titan from the great beyond with wonder. It was so massive that it had an ecosystem and wildlife. They traveled in packs. Many were large enough to fight off most bad ideas on their own. For a moment, the muse forgot it was in its own home.
Strangely, the muse was not attacked by dangerous ideas. With the freedom to do whatever it wanted, it explored as much as it could. There were plants it had found by taking down other large ideas. There were also new plants that the muse had never seen before. Some were hostile, but most of the wildlife was friendly or at least neutral. Never before had the muse seen something so amazing. Still, something wasn’t right.
Approaching the wildlife was no issue. They were calm and friendly. Some elk with six tails and soft silk fur appeared. They curiously sniffed the muse then trotted away. The muse searched for hostility but found none. It explored the titan, but there were no dangerous ideas. It left the muse to wonder about what to do next.
The beast needed to drop further for the human to grab hold. What was the next step if there were no dangerous ideas that could infect the human? Surely, it was time for a strike of lightning.
Taking deep breaths, the muse closed its eyes. The electricity filled its lungs, and dark clouds swirled overhead. The tingling filled its body, then the muse shot high into the air. The beast was like a snake with shifting limbs and features. With no obvious weak spots, the muse aimed dead center. It rocketed down and collided with the titan.
A deep moan boomed through the forest and rattled the muse’s bones. The beast bucked, and a tidal wave of its skin crashed into the muse. Landing with a hard thud, the muse sat up and was left in shock. The plants and creatures melted into the titan and merged into a whirlpool around the muse. It reformed into a tall pillar. From the top appeared the head of a frog, looking down on the muse.
The frog’s head opened its mouth, and alarm bells rang in the muse’s head. It jumped away in time to avoid a long tongue slamming into the spot where it sat. The muse tried to escape, but the beast’s skin transformed to stop it. It dodged the frog’s tongue, a spider web, and other obstacles. A pillar spinning like a top with clubs lining its sides shot up from the ground. The muse could not avoid being smacked by one of the fast-moving clubs.
So hard was the hit that the muse flew clear of the titan and fell all the way back to the human’s forest. With its back against a fallen tree, dirt trickled onto the muse’s head. In the small crater, it stared into the sky at the beast that had made such short work of it. The sky titan continued to hover over the forest and pillage its fruits while the muse stared in awe.