1. there is fire all around. this world is not yours, not anymore. in the end, everything is returned to ash and bone, but you did not think it would be quite so soon. really, honestly, you thought youâd already be dead and gone.
2. the wolves are the first to creep into the places where the cities once were. youâre camped out in the skeleton of an apartment building, and through the gaps in the roof you can see the stars. outside, the wolves are pacing. they howl at the moon, which has been full for five days. they wonât hurt you. you know that, but you donât know why. thatâs a lie. youâre not so different from them, not anymore.
3. when you walk through the remnants of old citadels, sometimes the statues still stand. they are being devoured by vines, flowers that bloom in the eye hollows, ivy across the shields. there are no more gods in this world. there havenât been, not since everything ended. but thereâs stone and dirt and water and life, and that is good enough.
4. this place isnât your home. your home is buried beneath the waves, your rolling blue mountains swallowed up by the sea. you still feel like a visitor to these hills, to the plains and the broken towns and the world split in half. yet you walk anyway, feet sore and back aching, resting every night by the fire. youâre not the only one who wanders, but you donât talk to the others. you are not lonely, but still you feel alone.
5. the good news is that you donât have to focus on calculus anymore, not with the sky how it is. the stars are closer than theyâve ever been, and the nights are filled with a cacophony of sounds. the bad news is it still hurts, everything being over. you always said youâd off yourself before global warming killed us all, but now that the worldâs actually ended, you canât seem to do it. anyway, itâs not all destruction and death. itâs rebirth, the earth being taken back by itâs rightful owners. the wolves lay around you, because they know youâll feed them if they keep you safe. you curl your fingers into their fur and let your tears water the ground; someday, it will grow something new.
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