There were never darker times; I saw myself amid nothingness when sharp, loud cracks filled the skies... A sinister glare of the apocalypse.

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Days turned into nights, and calm seas became gardens of remembrance, leaving only vessels that carried memories of a world that had now perished.

 

Then harmony subsuded hurricanes, and on the vaporous horizon arose several islands. Those who survived became the first or last of their species.

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