It appears as if the world is cursed by the irony of Midas Touch. There is gold like dust everywhere, though it is not gold at all, yet our yearnings for gold, have painted the entire landscape with this gold dust, that is claiming new territories every day, and as its dominion is expanding, humans as a species are being forced to the edge of every life sustaining horizon, for now the Earth. Where only few humans exist today, and among them many have devoted their lives to end this tyrannical reign of the Sun. https://www.wattpad.com/story/346745919