2. Tight rope (Bifurcation)

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Deafening shrill cries filled the air. The foul stink turned to rotting flesh miasma. The dark night sky began to glow bloody orange-Black, the murderous, heart rending thunder was followed by the deep red clouds pouring blood and clot hail.
The razor-sharp screeches were only getting louder and louder as they resonated with the natural frequencies of gigantic mountains, enormous bridges, skyscrapers and centuries old trees, be it Methuselah or Fitzroya_ the talons of earth were shattered to microscopic bits. The biosphere equilibrium laid utterly cracked.
Wailing humans were running around naked, unable to decipher the ugly truth to their existence| they could never hope to control in a million years.
In mere moments, all the essentials to survival, that had always been fought over as valuable possessions, became futile burdens...

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