Atlantis
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The water was rising. Soon, everything would be underwater.
Thousands of lights that sparkled against the dark backdrop of the colossal skyscrapers were being extinguished one by one. The monstrous buildings were gradually disappearing under the dark tides, banished to there watery graves beneath the lonely depths.
Nobody knew what had cuased the great flood. There had been no time to stop and think.
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