It had been a while since the last peaceful sunrise. It was a welcoming feeling that the inhabitants of the deserted planet hadn't felt before. The animals of this world were waking up and started to breath fresh air for the first time. The birds were chirping in their trees, the fish were swimming happily knowing their homes would no longer be polluted, and the last humans of the Earth were slowly dying in agony and In pain, everything was becoming perfect, It was wonderful. Until I found were all the souls of the people were hiding. When I broke the seal on their dungeon the souls escaped and took the form of the first thing they could. Now I can't tell them apart from their real counterpart. It's so lonely here, I never see anyone, and anyone I do meet hates me.
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"Shimmers of light shone throughout the forest as it lit up in an array of beautiful and vibrant colours. The huge boulders that would usually hover above the ground where rising higher than ever before, the planet was healthier and more expressive than ever. Every single organism on the planet be it big or small was reacting well to the sunlight. There was not a single problem in sight. The only problem, and it's a little one was that there are these screams I keep hearing screams coming from the cave, It appears to only happen when the all powerful being appears to me. He likes to keep me as his "experiment" he says. I like that he keeps me here, but I despise his methods though. He keeps me here in this hut he says my ancestors made for me and that I would have to find my own food. Just as well he controls some of the animals I can now farm." I put my pen down, exhausted in the tropical heat. I reach for my bamboo water container and realise it's empty. "I'll have to go down to the river" I say to myself. The walk to the river is calming for me, I can let loose any stress I have about my meetings with...um...well..."him". Also I can just enjoy the environment the way it was before all the machines and the industrialisation of almost anything and everything. As I walk down the pathway I notice for the first time that there are browning leaves in the trees mixed in with reds, oranges and yellows. I reach the spring in which the river runs from and as always the area surrounding it is a majestic, mythical-like bonsai tree. From this I have had many hallucinations of people I have met, and then I begin to cry. I fill my container and return home. On entering my villa I sit down again and begin to write again, and I write about the sunset with the ambers and pinks and the nights with the empowering darkness and overwhelming power it brings to the animals that lurk around during these times. Afterwards I lay down my pen, reposition it so it's inline with my book and head to bed. The bed I sleep in is a basket hammock with a raw thin blanket to keep myself warm at night. It does help when I get a fever and I have to wipe the beads of salty hatred of my brow. The nights are magical with lights from the sky being my only light source apart from the lantern I have kept throughout my life. Shooting stars come over every night at 10:35pm and every time I wish I could have another moment with the bonsai tree by the spring, and every time I go there, I see my family once again.
