With that single, silent utterance, an incredible flood of light and energy projected from his mouth washed over the iron oak, the dead salt-plain, and through the gaunt giants. As Mike’s word passed through the giants, they disintigrated into a slithering cloud of the same thought-stuff that that previously covered their horrid bodies, while the death and decay present in the iron oak and salt plains were wiped away, replaced with the verdant green leaves and grasses that had once painted the landscape. Even the blanket of dying stars covering the environment exploded in a chorus of life as a googleplex of new stars and planets were all born within a moment.

Mike, now seated in the soft emerald grass at the base of the once-iron oak, took a deep breath, smiled, and fell asleep.