Hundreds of missiles were launched from various military bases scattered across the continent, mostly in isolated areas far from major urban centers, or at least those that still remain after the apocalyptic passage of the gigantic goddess who appeared without any apparent explanation.
Each missile was aimed at the target designated by those responsible for its launch: The foot, that imposing mass of flesh and bone that rises above the planet's landscape like an impossibly gigantic mountain, surpassing all the atmospheric layers known and studied by humankind in its insignificant and ephemeral existence, an existence eclipsed and ridiculed by the presence of the goddess and her enormous, fleshy, and sweaty footprints. The foot in question is planted firmly on the Earth's surface; its monumental weight has sunk it several kilometers deep, compacting the continental plate and the planet's crust as if it were merely soft, fragile sand on an ordinary beach.
The missiles traveled at supersonic speed until they impacted their target. The expected happened: zero damage. The skin is more like a thick, kilometer-long layer that is impossible to penetrate by any human means; there is no way to cause even minimal damage to that foot, which has already claimed millions of human lives, millions of innocent people, with their dreams, futures ahead of them, families and friends, all of them reduced to a mass of flesh and blood crushed into a viscous puree. Nothing remained of all those people; they vanished from existence the moment the giant planted her foot on the ground and exterminated millions of lives as easily as stepping on an ant during an afternoon stroll. Millions of people in the surrounding area screamed in panic and utter horror, staring at the foot, that foot which, possibly, was responsible for crushing even more of them with a single step.
The giantess, over a thousand kilometers tall, of whom only her feet were perfectly visible—the rest of her body being invisible due to its immense size—seemed to have little idea how she had arrived in this place and under such strange circumstances. On the other hand, this didn't seem to bother or unsettle her. The girl casually wiggled her plump, well-rounded toes, her large feet with their rough, hard soles, which were almost always sweaty and dirty. The movement caused catastrophic tremors, and the earth around her molded itself like wet clay, shattering the terrain and massacring thousands of humans in an indiscriminate slaughter. Indifferent, yet also somewhat aware of her surroundings, she smiled at the pleasant sensory sensation of touching the ground of this world she had arrived in without quite knowing how.
“Wow, the Earth’s crust is softer than I thought. It sinks a little under my toes… like stepping on fresh mud after the rain… I like it.”
She said, smiling to herself.
Each missile was aimed at the target designated by those responsible for its launch: The foot, that imposing mass of flesh and bone that rises above the planet's landscape like an impossibly gigantic mountain, surpassing all the atmospheric layers known and studied by humankind in its insignificant and ephemeral existence, an existence eclipsed and ridiculed by the presence of the goddess and her enormous, fleshy, and sweaty footprints. The foot in question is planted firmly on the Earth's surface; its monumental weight has sunk it several kilometers deep, compacting the continental plate and the planet's crust as if it were merely soft, fragile sand on an ordinary beach.
The missiles traveled at supersonic speed until they impacted their target. The expected happened: zero damage. The skin is more like a thick, kilometer-long layer that is impossible to penetrate by any human means; there is no way to cause even minimal damage to that foot, which has already claimed millions of human lives, millions of innocent people, with their dreams, futures ahead of them, families and friends, all of them reduced to a mass of flesh and blood crushed into a viscous puree. Nothing remained of all those people; they vanished from existence the moment the giant planted her foot on the ground and exterminated millions of lives as easily as stepping on an ant during an afternoon stroll. Millions of people in the surrounding area screamed in panic and utter horror, staring at the foot, that foot which, possibly, was responsible for crushing even more of them with a single step.
The giantess, over a thousand kilometers tall, of whom only her feet were perfectly visible—the rest of her body being invisible due to its immense size—seemed to have little idea how she had arrived in this place and under such strange circumstances. On the other hand, this didn't seem to bother or unsettle her. The girl casually wiggled her plump, well-rounded toes, her large feet with their rough, hard soles, which were almost always sweaty and dirty. The movement caused catastrophic tremors, and the earth around her molded itself like wet clay, shattering the terrain and massacring thousands of humans in an indiscriminate slaughter. Indifferent, yet also somewhat aware of her surroundings, she smiled at the pleasant sensory sensation of touching the ground of this world she had arrived in without quite knowing how.
“Wow, the Earth’s crust is softer than I thought. It sinks a little under my toes… like stepping on fresh mud after the rain… I like it.”
She said, smiling to herself.
Category Artwork (Digital) / Macro / Micro
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