In 1900s, two great wars shook the world. WWI and WWII effectively redrew borders of countless nations, giving rise to new countries while others left in history.

In 2200s, after three hundred years of rapid innovation, technology had gone a far distance into what a millenia ago would consider as miracles. Whether it be specialized fields of medicine or simply transportation, the trace of world-shaking wars were only found in digitalized book, in memory of the passing time.

In 2500s, a global crisis was born. A mysterious epidemic had spread far and wide, corrupting the air, land, and water. Cause was unknown. Symptoms were invisible. However, the world did know two things, plants and animals alike were indiscriminately dying regardless of species or location... and their corpse did not last a week before turning to dust.

The epidemic was soon treated as a calamity. Its devastation went on for years, destroying the world balance, sending the public in frenzy, further enhancing chaos. Crimes happened left and right. Stealing and murder, they go hand in hand. Governments declined one by one, until, anarchy held the world in its palm.

In 2600s, a solution was brought to mind. Or perhaps, an escape was most proper. The survivors, left with scant clean food, water, and shelter, resolved to 'sleep' through their troubles.

Right. Like bears hibernating during winter, humanity preserved whatever life that could be saved through a 'long sleep'. From synthetic seeds and DNA of plants, to a pair of gametes of every available animals, these were flash frozen to the deepest cellar, five thousand below ground with walls layered of thick platinum and adamantite interchangeably.

With their tasks accomplished, the remaining humans decided to sleep too. Locking themselves in capsules meant to preserve the dead, all they can do was pray. Praying that there was a god above, and the world be saved.

In 4600s, the curse that plague the land was nowhere in sight. For a thousand years it ravaged, the planet once full of life was now reduced to a pile of debris, as if it endured long periods of war when in truth not a single life moved.

Proudly standing skyscrapers had long crumbled, giving full sight over the purple hazed skies.

The horizon, once underlined with trees or landmass, now nude as nothing but soiled blue earth stretched into the distance.

And the waters. The seven blue oceans became six reds. Antartica had sprouted several lands, a process that should have taken millions of years became two thousands.

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Purple skies.

Blue earth.

Red oceans.

The mundane living became a dream.

Even with the absence of the disease that made the world ill, what was left was death ridden body of a star on the verge of collapse.

Or perhaps, just a new beginning.

In this post apolyptic stage, a human began to open his eyes.

He dumbly looked around. Unfocused eyes drifted to and fro around his alien surroundings. When he tried to reach the sapphire walls of his capsule, he subsequently convulsed.

Pain, a sensation both foreign and nostalgic, wrecked his senses to incomprehension. His every move caused pain, yet pain caused him to do every twitch. With a newborn's tolerance, the man soon lost consciousness and fell into another slumber.

This time, he had a dream.

Green grass, blue skies, and wind that ruffled the hair of the most beautiful in the world. He smiled and told her so.

The woman only pouted as she replied in the most alluring voice, "Of course I am, after all, I am the only woman alive!"

He woke with a start, jerking with leap back, making pain assault him deviously.

Days went, and the man followed the cycle of pain and sleep.

During the past few days, he had remembered many things from his dream or from just pondering while conscious.

His name was Brendt, forgot last name, and he was currently inside a capsule. This capsule was once filled to the brim with green solution of preservatives, after so many years of soaking in it, only a third of contents was left, and he could feel that it was not so far off before the solution would no longer be enough to sustain him. Meaning, his death only came closer by the day.

After a month trying to resist the pain, Brendt could finally last a full day without collapsing.

And so, he broke out of his prison of two thousand years. Taking his first step into the world, he howled in pain, in wonder, in despair, in hope, in defiance.

Brendt was not actually quite sure what he felt. Overwhelming emotions suddenly struck him, rending him speechless for being tugged from countless directions. So, he howled his heart out like a lone wolf howling to the moon.

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