Remembering the days when distant flickers of light spotted the horizon at night, used to bring me peace. Mostly the dim glow of fire, but occasionally someone managed to get Crackle going. Much brighter than fire, but usually not lasting long; or in some cases causing destruction.
My grandfather told me stories from generations ago, that Crackle used to power the whole world. People used it everyday, thinking nothing of it, that it did everything I could imagine. The details are lost to me now, and it's been years since I've seen anyone utilizing it.
What bothers me the most though, is the lack of fire anymore. We never really interacted with anyone else, but still; it was nice knowing there were still others out there. Now, it's just dark. Sometimes I think I see the dim glow of a fire, but I know that it doesn't matter if anyone is left. There will be no more after us.
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Burning Low
FantasyThe death of Civilization, the end of an era. It's unstoppable, the world will continue on; but humanity will not. The dwindling of mankind has cause nature to flourish, giving rise to new, surprising cultures, species, and horrors. It has not been...
