Gone In The Morning

We always thought the world would end with storms, wars, or hunger. We knew, deep down, that the damage we caused would catch up to us eventually. But we never imagined it would end like this: in roots, shadows, and mist.

I remember watching the forest stretch its roots across the land, devouring everything in its path. It didn't stop. It just kept growing deeper, darker, and more alive with every passing day.

But it wasn't just growing. It was changing. And everything inside it began to transform.

Creatures emerged from the shadows. Some looked like animals until you noticed the bent limbs and the unnatural skin. Others moved like they used to be human. The more the forest grew, the more they twisted into something we couldn't name. Couldn't understand.

Half the planet disappeared before we even realized what was happening.

We told ourselves isolation would protect us. We were so sure of that. But I don't think I believe it anymore.

Yesterday morning, we found a handprint. It was pressed into the outside of the dome like a warning. Today, there's another. And now... people are starting to vanish. No screams. No signs. Just silence. And more handprints.

Whatever's out there hasn't stopped. This feels like the beginning of something worse.