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My Apocalypse

Glittering like the palest moonlight, your tears fall upon the earth. Do not fret, for the end of the world shall come far sooner than you think. As you look out upon this world and see the tattered remnants of all that we have created, do not fear the future. The world could end in a dash of bone wrenching cold, brought on by the inevitability of all things, of this world, the sun and stars to fade or end in fire, akin to the sun, eradicating those who molded and crafted its power, thinking they could control it. Or the very technology we’ve created to make this difficult life more bearable could break free from our tenuous hold and shatter our simple reality. But fear not, for you will be long gone before this happens.

Or will you?