Li

A ruthless piece unmelted rock revolved around a behemothic radiant star, that made its presence balmy. The light of this star scorched the surface of the rock, flames smouldering to a scatterbrained height growing disbelief. With fierce strength it injected fear and anguish into the planet. Tepid winds of agonising fire flew eroding the surface until it reaches the edge and vaporise into dismembering flakes.
Bygone the edge froze a world, diametric to this adjoining rock universe; not fronting the ablating star. Forms of ice cemented on the surface, frost-bounding to the ground. It lay laconic to the sod. Time stay still. The edge, the last point of the stars light, forthwith the changing. The light slowly reaching the lifeless frosted land and enkindled them into flames, nonchalantly burned the frozen rock. Concurrently the the grasps of the frost kingdom steamed all the flames into motionless frost giants. Solidifying every inch and tissue of every structure on this land.
It wasn't heaven; nor was it hell; it was and always will be our destiny.