The sun came up on that fateful morning as it had come up a billion times before. However, on this day, it shone down upon an earth that was forever changed. Forever different. On this morning was the morning after a destruction had been wrought that had been so severe that it had left nothing alive on the face of it outside a few scattered pockets of dry and withered grasses.
Nothing, that was, but a single tree. Against all odds, and against all possibility did that tree still stand, while all around it was pure and utter wasteland, brought about by a species that never embraced the planet they had found themselves upon, and had finally initiated a final act that should have scorched and annihilated that globe beyond repair.
But that was not to be, for while the rest of the earth was sitting in scorched and damaged injury, there stood that tree.
As the sun rose, a cool and healing breeze began, and the leaves rustled, and a few pods opened up within its branches, and it began to seed...
... for life would not be denied, despite us all. |
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