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There seemed to be no signs of living beings in the grave and barren land presented in front of her. Dead and sorrowful, there wasn't even the sounds of the wailing wind or the acidic smog that the trucks gave off. Nothing was what it was once. Everything swept away in a matter of seconds. Maybe milliseconds. And there she was. Net, with not even a tinge of sadness in her soul, with an empty, soulless poker face plastered onto her as if nothing had ever changed. She really lived up to her name. She really is just a Marionette.
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The world ended some time ago, long enough that I've forgotten what life before felt like. A war between humanity and an alien species we peacefully coexisted with which led to the destruction of the planet. Now, I believe myself to be the only human left, alone on this desolate rock. I believed this until I met her, the last flower on Earth.

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