Occasions such as these were, in kinder terms, accidents.
Blunders that flowered according to the temperament of the Universe.
The Moon could very much be an accessory among the explosions and rebirths of comets; the Sea a blanket of endless chaos mirroring the mayhem above beyond recognition.
In the midst of the violence, big fishes surrendered out of terror from a mass hundred times its size, and hundred times its appetite to be alive.
Small fishies don’t mimic for protection, they mock bullies with their silly eyes and flappy fins, despite the order of nature where the superior always prevail. And so, the Sea scared the Moon to tears, and the Universe as we know never mourn the death of balance, because there is none to contempt with even before I was born.
How a planet could be threatened by mere waves of salty liquid I do not know. The Sea is my sworn enemy now, a devil in which I partake no mercy in revoking its freedom to dominate.
Here, the keeper of all things frozen ascends to model a world where change is constant, hearts are hardened, and Penguin triumphs.