The land weeps at the devastation we have commited unto it's surface and core. The old sense the sadness whilst the youth but ravage, coming is the time of redemption. But few shall reap it's rewards.


In the short span of years, comparatively, that Man has lived upon this world we have done unto it greater harm than any have accomplished in the millenia that this world has existed. Resources have been drained and the natural beauty of the world has been ravaged in the quest for money.

It can't continue forever, soon we will not have the Fossil Fuels for power and the damage will have become irreversible. This tale is a fantasised version of events that could befall us. If of course we lived in such a fantastical world, but the message remains clear.

"Yesterday is history, tomorrow a mystery, but today is a gift. That is why it is called the present."


The End

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