Obliteration

Obliteration

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A young girl sits in a field of millions of colors with her mother. "My child which is your favorite color?" She reaches in to a small wooden basket. The girl never responds to busy to tell. The vivid blues in the sky contrast with the white clouds. The flowers in the field are so bright and different. The sun very golden and heated. "Oh dear, dear child." Her mother spoke. The sun is dying. Earth is dying. We are dying. There's nothing left. The world is in chaos. There's no more colors. Second Chance for Revival is a new government that promises to keep us safe. They created a program that selected children to be taken off of our dying planet.
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