The Endless Dream (12)

It was almost over now. 

I dreamed of apocalypse and it had come. 

The nightmare I feared even in waking, finally coming to pass. 

Fumes choked the landscape. Sparks replaced the stars. The stream evaporated before my eyes.

Climate change, black lives matter, death, carnage, disease. They were all represented here in my dream. 

Why bother to save a world that didn't deserve to live? 

I put my hands on hips and waited defiantly for the worst.

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