Reading In Reverse

Sarah's Summer Wasteland

I came upon the Atlantic ocean. What used to be. Now completely drained of life. The rain won't fill the gaping wound left by war. It's nearly nightfall and the wind is coming in high, the zephyr remembers when the ocean was here. Hundreds of years before. 

I can smell the salty breeze and fresh memories of what used to be. I can hear the waves billowing like thunder, so loud you could almost hear it in the horizon; so far out of reach, so far out of sight. 

And she and all my friends were there, and they made me welcome too, we played games as we danced, feeling delighted with the music the wind made for us. Clashing against the shores, the forgotten waves. Petrichor and happiness as it stopped raining. 

The memories of the now whimsical crimson sun, coming up over the horizon. There's nothing left in this world, I see that now. Our star is fading and will soon expand but for now, we dance until the world comes to a stop. 

But I wake in an old ruin, one that is cold and damp and the smell of dust after rain. I make my way up the mountain, listening to the winds howling through what once used to be. A vast landscape of the ocean and it's gentle salty breeze. Oh, what of that...

Oh, what of that...

What is there left to say?