She stands on the barren soil, no words but cheeks filmed with tears. Looking around, she cannot understand; how did this happen?
The land is blackened and barren, no life to be seen; the air is stale and contains naught but the smell of brimstone; the skies hold not a single cloud yet no pristine blue is to be seen but a dark orange complex. She cannot understand; how did this happen? Continue reading “Gaea’s Children”