Earth spun, as it has. That same, constant movement that never stops for any reason. If water falls from the sky, if someone’s flesh is burried under soil, if someone has obtained the best news, if anything…the Earth spun regardless. But the life that exists within is always changing, always moving, always dying and very soon will everything within cease to exist. Very soon will the Earth and the life inside be the same. This is something the roaming beasts, flying birds and crawling insects will never be aware of, except the ones that could remain after. This is something the humans inside know, something grand they caused. The contention between the man-owned lands have grown to its highest peak of evil and anger. Ignorance and pride had finally clouded the mind and heart of the “kings” the other humans crowned themselves, “kings” they willfully bow down to while muttering treason under their breath. The world fell into the mercy of these kings, millions of lives held loosely, souls soon to be ripped apart from their flesh and buried by no hands. ”Once the flowers bloom, we’ll be doomed”, everyone knew. The date was set, the world as everyone knew it had finally been put an expiration date. The death stuffed weapons held on a loose leash, about to be released and kill blindly, flew like a bird in the wind. The earth crumbled and swallowed itself in waves of things seen and fatal energies unseen. And it finished. The Earth continuted spinning with that same, constant movement that never stops for any reason, not even this one. What made this planet unique from the rest was now gone, with no mind left to determine its worth. The inside and the outside finally became the same.