The Gray Planet

An old world, newly tainted with the color of ashen gray, sits motionless on a never-ending track towards a mass of missing light. The seas do not higher nor lower, as all have disappeared. Mountains turn to craters as the light produced by the remaining bird shaped rods become washed away by waves of smoke. Clouds stretch across the sky, not letting even the slightest bit of light touch ground. Long plains sit and wait, while the last gusts of wind brush away at layers of ash laid upon them. The planet calls out to the clouds, yearning for moisture. But, the clouds are made up of grime and rubble and are unable to produce the needed water. The world was lively at one point, with cities and towns stretched across lands of unimaginable beauty. Streams flowed, flowers bloomed, and families of animals roamed peacefully. All of this haven, a world once full of life, destroyed to never be rebuilt. A life without war, at the creation of one more gray planet.