Amid a sea of destructive spells and flashing flares, we lie in a pool of red.
Break, rumble, break. The ground beneath our backs crumbles.
Burn, burn, burn, may it all burn. The earth lights ablaze.
Crack, split, crack. The sky above our eyes shatters.
The air that we breathe suffocates the whole world.
May the space that carries the stars collapse.
We bring the end of a world. The Cataclysm.
The world is no longer a place to live in.
It is no longer a world.
How did it become like this?
Can a restart fix everything?
Can we fix anything?
Or must we end it?
We will end it all.
With our deaths.
And this world's.
The end of all.
The end...
We are...
Losing my...
Consciousness...
My consciousness? Wait...
Why am I singular once more...?
Singular? Why was I plural?
I am one...
I am...
No...
No.
We are one.
We two are Ameya... and...
Who was it again...
Ameya and Artie...
My twin Artie...
Why don't I hear him?
Hey, Artie?
Artie...?
Art...
...
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We Two Are One
FantasyThe twins Ameya and Artie have faced death. They should know having taken the cruel world down with them. Yet, it seems they live once more. Ameya returns to a time before the world turned on them. They can reverse their ending. They can find happin...
