The Zillion Tuesdays of the Unbreaking Crow and Pigeon

Early Mesozoic Era The year is long, long before Before Christ. It might actually be more convenient for our purposes to measure the years in AF (After Fall) as Christ does not feature anywhere in these events. According to this new measurement: the year is 0000AF. There exists a planet, the surface of which is seventy one percent covered in water. It orbits endlessly around a massive burning ball of fire. When viewed from surrounding space, the planet is almost entirely blue. There is one solid landmass amid the colossal ocean. Eventually, “intelligent” life will come about on it. Somewhere down the line, they name this super continent Pangaea. But for now, it has no name. It simply is. The life on it exists perfectly, harmoniously. All living things are born in their time and die in their time. Their life energy comes from the warm core of the planet and returns to it in death.  Nothing is lost or wasted; all form a part of the web, the endless string of death and birth and death and rebirth and death again. It exists like this, for a time beyond measure. Until a meteorite, the final refugee of a long dead star, comes plummeting towards the blue planet. It catches flame and splits in two as it enters the planet’s atmosphere. The two halves strike the continent in two separate places, sending shockwaves to the very core of the planet, and leaving two massive craters in their wake. The landmass cracks, and the pieces drift slowly away from each other, carrying the two halves further and further apart with every passing year. The day the meteorite struck had no name. But, according to the calendar of the “intelligent” life that eventually comes to be on this ill-fated planet, many millennia later, it could have been called: Tuesday. That was their first Tuesday.