It is not your sorrow, but it courses through you so strongly, for the moment you think it is. It is a sorrow of a lost planet. A beautiful planet, of blue waters and lush green. A city of skyscrapers with gleaming steel piercing the sky. It is so like Earth it is uncanny. Almost like it could, indeed, be Earth.
A man with kind eyes, holding you, promising that everything will be all right.
Your hands intertwine.
"I love you. No matter what happens."
It is all gone. All those moments, all of those wonderful things that had made you so happy.
The sky turned red. The countless lights descended. The lights were concepts born, and they howled in a language you did not yet know. The other Earth loomed. Your Earth cried.
If only you could have done something, beforehand. If only you had been warned.
If only you had been strong enough.
If only all could at last, after all manner of thing, be well-]
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It is not your sorrow, but it courses through you so strongly, for the moment you think it is. It is a sorrow of a lost planet. A beautiful planet, of blue waters and lush green. A city of skyscrapers with gleaming steel piercing the sky. It is so like Earth it is uncanny. Almost like it could, indeed, be Earth.
A man with kind eyes, holding you, promising that everything will be all right.
Your hands intertwine.
"I love you. No matter what happens."
It is all gone. All those moments, all of those wonderful things that had made you so happy.
The sky turned red. The countless lights descended. The lights were concepts born, and they howled in a language you did not yet know. The other Earth loomed. Your Earth cried.
If only you could have done something, beforehand. If only you had been warned.
If only you had been strong enough.
If only all could at last, after all manner of thing, be well-]