She lay there, staring up at the blank nothingness of the night. There were no stars, as a layer of dust-like particles sealed the sky shut. She sighed, intertwining her slender fingers through a wrinkled Morning Glory. However, she too was helpless in the face of time. Such a tragedy was sure to befall humanity, nothing much could have changed their fate. Humankind was at least smart enough to escape off to Proxima B in an attempt to survive. She was alone, in the quest of saving her beloved earth. She was raised by botanist parents, participated in beach cleanups and a wide array of 'Save The Earth!' programs. She was nothing short of someone that wants nothing more than to dance through a field of spring flowers, to blow dandelions to her beloved one. Tears welling out of her puffy eyes at the though, she feels a swift breeze caress her skin. Her eyes dashed hastily, swearing to herself that she at least saw a silhouette. "Help...!" A young voice called out to her, bringing her to her feet. And before she knew it, she dashed over to a set of collapsed buildings. What the hell is a 5-year-old doing here?
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