Once upon a time, there was a man of such a rare beauty and who held the noblest feelings that could exist living in a man.
   His body was strong and healthy, his eyes were as blue as the deep blue sea, they were similar to windows, opened up to the universe in front of his sight.
   Within his veins streamed the purest nectar, most of his body was made of that precious liquid of life, mixed with other solid parts whose his own being was built into, clear and immaculate.
   Blond and bright as the beans of the sun, his hair was; as a light which shone all over his face, to show all of his beauty to everyone who could stare at him.
   Doing the good unto others, who would come to him, was his only desire; he always offered his best and served without asking nothing in return but the peaceful and gentle way of living amongst everyone. And how fulfilled he could feel only by being aware of the happiness and the life around him, always active and grateful.
   He was so perfect and generous that at each moment more and more persons started coming to him, they would arrive from many places, to learn with him and to become better and to develop their own existences.
   Time passed by and, along it, new persons, new concepts and needs. He was only one to attend all the people and, to grant their means for surviving; he tried to serve everyone in the better way, which he could find fair and natural. But nothing was the same as it used to be, the people didn't get satisfied with their portions of life and less they could enjoy the image of their well-doer, who became himself in a consumed figure as the time went by, a worn-out one who cared about anyone who would come, always; but now they were a number out of sum.
   So, all of them started criticizing him and advising him to make some changes, so that his assistance and aids would become wider; as long as they had no one else who they ask for their "lives" and, the least one of those persons just would perish without the aid of the well-doer.
   No other way out, he started giving himself for the whole; he dried out that precious liquid of his own body, to satisfy the thirst of those whom once were his friends and partners; and he also started spoiling his last sources, to feed up and to grant a hearted and easy life for everyone; ones who started to be not so thankful for him, they had noticed the fact: they would never be asked for fighting for their own existence, it was so easy to get all that they needed for, all at the reach of the hands, always so easy and in abundance.
   Other ones started feeling all that quite few, all that their well-doer was giving to them, for free, was not enough anymore, they felt themselves meritorious for more and felt like having the rights for more than other ones from there. They began into a war, one against another, and there were lots of divided lands and people, who obliged their well-doer to share himself amongst all the places and, in all those places, the people would ask for more and more for their own wishes and different needs, now much more intense and hard than before, when all of them lived together in peace and understanding.
   He could not understand how or why all that had started, but the well-does didn't know what to do or how to serve; so he gave in, exhausted, and he gave himself whole to the diverse people, and let them act and do as their own wish, hoping that everyone could get united again and, together, they could help him to get back his strength and recover his source of life.
   But now, all those persons were other ones, they had become into different people, selfish and insatiable, they had no respect for their well-doer anymore; they were sure they needed of him no more and that they could live as good as they could, whether he helped them or not.
   They forgot about the matter and the goodness of their well-doer, who had the sun beans shining upon his face no more... Now, the shadows of the hate and uncared of those people towards him got covered everything. His body wasn't healthy anymore, exhaust for so many centuries of spoiling, out of control. Within his veins, didn't run the precious nectar of life, not even one drop had been left, remained only a dark and viscous liquid and his eyes, before so blue, had become in a deep and black empty hole, which got lost amid the wide of the galaxies, branding forever the end of a whole civilization, the finish of the ones who had lived in such a beautiful planet, long ago, once upon a time...