Soul Cure

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It was 4020. This world was no longer what it was before. The lands were a wasteland and the places were unrecognizable. It was disgusting. It was sad. It was morbid. I could not believe to what this world had became. Even if, to this date, I did not know of what it was before. I grew up with the knowledge to wear masks, to be prepared for anything, to be on high alert. I knew of the dangerous to everything. While growing up, I knew never to be late to come home, to stay as far away from anything acknowledge. Do not adventure. Do not risk. Do not try an impossible. They scared us all about the impossible, the unknown, the parts of the world that was changed. That each decision would possibly lead to a death or something worse than death. All of the rules and laws were in place to protect us they said. It was all to keep us in order. I was scared. She was scared. He was scared. They were scared. All of us were scared. That's what the fear turned us to. It is what happened after everything happened. We no longer were accustomed to the ways of "escape" of exiting this reality and entering another. The "escapes" were outlawed and gone. It was our goodbye. It was our undoing.