Everyone always talks about inner Earth. The inside of the Earth that is filled with magic and dinosaurs and whatever you want to imagine. Some people think its Middle Earth. Filled with Elves, Dwarves, Hobbits and Orcs.
Some people think that the movie, Journey to the Center of the Earth, was a documentary, based on a true story about someone who went to the center of the Earth and was shot down by some corporate entity.
Other people believe that the Earth is hollow, filled with something else inside.
Some believe that the inside of the Earth is upside down, an opposite version of the planet we know, where the oceans were deep forests and the forests were shallow, long oceans.
There were theories that only nocturnal creatures filled the inner Earth, because it was always night and it was untouched by sunlight.
And theories that countered those, by saying inner Earth had its own sun that sustained all life inside.
Rumors. Rumors and theories, is all that anyone has. Some say they have proof, but until we can see it, what proof is there?
Further, while everyone is focused on inner Earth, nobody sees what happens on the surface of Earth. Nobody sees what happens in the oceans, in the deep green forests. No one asks why the greater part of the oceans remain undiscovered, or the ice land parts of the Antarctic and Arctic, or the hot sandy desert lands.
But there are things there.
In the depths of the oceans, remain Jurassic creatures, long since believed extinct. Mythical creatures that no one thought existed. Webbed finger creatures with long fins, creatures with distant, melodic voices that traveled through the dark waters. Fish was jaded teeth and luminous eyes.
In the forests lay creatures mighty and powerful. Majestic in their silent ways. Creatures that resemble lions and bears and tigers. Prowling through the trees, jumping above ground in the trees, in the branches, catching birds for food. Monkeys living in giant trees that went a hundred feet from the ground. Tall trees that hold creatures that live in both day and night. Nights being filled long calls from nocturnal being and chirps from the crickets.
The deserts are silent during the day, eerily silent. The air is still and hot, the heat sticking to you and seeping into your bones. But the night, things rise up from the sand, uncovering themselves from their sand coverings and the nights were filled with hunting, chatter and the music of creatures working through their lives.
Just beyond the eyes of human, just beyond the views of society, because no one wanted to look farther than they had to. No one wanted to see what was right in front of them.