When it happen
The days grow shorter. Rivers become cracks. The lines we see on maps grow to cracks. A hisping his. A fear that grows. Tectonics virberate. No volcano is quite. Every place on earth the neverending storm begins. Many vanish. But it’s okay. Because we forget them. We forget people from history. But again its okay. Because did they even exist. The earth trembles more. It struggles, and groans in a fight to live. Deserts grow faster. Don’t let the raspy beasts of terror scratch you. You’ll only add more to the ever growing deserts. Be wary for beast of terror are free now. Gravity is vanishing. Floating is cool until it’s not. Mass extinction is presidented horrors. Food becomes sparse. Water becomes undrinkable. Fires errupt. Until there is a whisper of what was. No more death, and violence. Because nothing exists any longer. Earth was just a foot note. The few that escaped fled to their own end. For howling winds grew everywhere. As the beings we call planets awaken from a deep slumber. To mourn the two that died. Escpa, and Artha. Escpa, and Artha become one…. Became Earth. Thus a sorrowed end.
