The Final Extinction

Just as predicted, the fall of humans was by their own hand.

But even if they were given another chance to change their ways, they would mess it all up again-

Yet still want more redemption.

The human race was always said to tear itself apart.

One of the many extinctions.

First dinosaurs, then other frightening creatures, and now, humans.

What's next?

Just another group to shatter and fall apart.

It has always been the same.

We are handed life, and we throw it away.

Deem it useless.

"That will never happen."

The year is 5392 and a new generation comes into play.

A brand new one, ready to take its share of the Earth.

The continents have collided once again, lifeless over the entire landmass.

A fresh start on a ruined land.

What remains of the sun is now plummeting to the vast areas of earth.

Supplying a bright, moving, light source, and now the certainty of the final extinction.

The end forever.

No more chances, no more generations, no more life, and no more Earth.

They lost it all, and the final group of residents understand this.

Even though the remnants of the burning sun won't hit their planet for a while, looking up at the pieces gradually approaching makes one uneasy.

Coming to wipeout the land.

Rip away the final life from its grasp.

And destroy it once and for all.