Some Tales of Becoming Human

Once, the human was whole.
With four arms, four legs, and two heads—
they turned inward and around themselves, complete.

A god, unaccustomed to restraint, became captivated by this wholeness.
The human was mortal, but their balance, their fullness,
was more alluring than any divine power.

One day, the god approached the human,
resting quietly in a patch of shade.
As the god leaned in, the human sensed it—
but didn’t turn.
Instead, they folded inward, curled into a sphere,
and began to spin.

The spinning was resistance. A spell.

As the human turned, so did the god—
arms became pincers, body warped into something unrecognizable.
The god, for the first time, lost control.
And in that loss,
snapped—
and split the human in two.

Arms, legs, heads scattered.

The spell broke.
And the god, too, came undone.

From that day forward,
humans have wandered the world
searching for their other half.
Not always in someone else—
sometimes, quietly, within. Beyza Durhan