First Spark

First Spark

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What if I told you the world has burned? That a single flame erupted the whole earth in to ash? Chaos held the throne, greed stood beside him. Billions dead, millions more at the hands of our own. - That was when it first happened. When the chaos caused humans to forget their humanity. We have learned from the mistakes. Rised from the destruction and evolved from the storm. Our world's now lie in glass domes that protect us from the aftermath. We are the few that remain. Then I found out that there were more, people hidden to stay alive, with eyes better than owls and ears better than eagles. Perhaps the world needs another fire. A single flame to make us believe. The first spark towards saving us all. Cover(s) by: @plutohh
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