A scenic view. A dieing sun. It has been three days since Saturn's rings entered our atmosphere. It is so close now. This surreal horizon frightens me every night and day. Whenever I gaze up it, I am consumed. To know that my world will be ending tomorrow is too much for me to bare.
It has been two days since the leviathon and behemoth emerged from the deep. The creature from the sea with six heads has taken over the cities and the dragon with six heads conquers the sky. Right now he is resting on the skyscrapers.
It has been one day since ash started falling like rain turning everything a sickening gray. The great volcano emerged from central park and is still growing. The gray wolves with the red eyes entered the buildings and drove us out. We now live in the fields.
Today, the ground started to crack and split. The earth is dying and falling apart. Fire and hail began to fall. Many died but some of us found shelter. It is no use though.
For tomorrow . . . the world ends.
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