(Earth, 2012 AD)
The prophecies came true when, at the heart of the coldest winters, the world's cycle, abruptly, came to it's end. As they frontally faced the sun and the center of the galaxy, the alignment completed an arcane revelry. Mountains erupting, oceans claiming what once was truly theirs. And so, in a single night of misfortune, Earth as they knew it had collapsed. Rainbows blackened over frozen waterfalls. Doomed is now the third planet from the sun. The most promising one of them all. What a tragedy, this must have been. However, millions of eyes witnessed the downfall, unharmed, from a distance. For long before this event, man foresaw an exit: The evacuation plan. Man's salvation. The feathered serpent had returned to start anew. Exposing Earth's sickness, left to slowly rot away. My thoughts drift away to a time long gone; Our species' history. The end of all they've ever known, a generation wiped away. Thunder roared, deserts flooded, planet Earth spinned off it's axis. The prophets and the fortunate: already free from harm's way. Lightning striked through crimson skies as the planet Earth spinned off it's axis. The prophets and the fortunate: Already safe beyond the clouds. Yet from the deepest of all cracks, through the ruins of eternal shade, cries and whispers reached the surface. Dissonant desperate howls. Very few had chosen to stay. Refusing to follow the herd. Rejecting the new age of man. Thunder roared and deserts flooded. The prophets and the fortunate: Evacuated to secure our existence, for ever more...
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