⬣//DAWN OF THE FINAL DAY

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>>THE END IS HERE

⬣//PROLOGUE

Sunday morning comes and you have no idea where you are. Floating in the black emptiness of space, you can’t tell up from down or left from right. Fighting against the inky darkness is futile. No matter how much or how little you struggle, you can’t fight the feeling that escape is impossible.

A foul wind blows through that dark, empty void. Carried on the wind is the disembodied voice of an unfamiliar man, his words ethereal and vaguely disconcerting.

“Evolution... does not always mean progress.

Evolution sometimes leads to an undesired vector.

It is arrogant for one to reject change because it is undesirable.

Rejection of change is the rejection of possibilities.

Allow diversity.”

Speaking to the voice will yield no answer.

Before you know it, there’s solid ground beneath your feet again. You’re wrapped up in a cyclone of red and violet light and spirited away to an endless plain of swirling darkness. The earth beneath your feet pulsates and glows a sickly gray. The skies above are dim and blanketed with storm clouds, lightning erupting in the periphery of your vision.

It’s dark, the only light coming from the rapid flashing of distant lightning, but it’s just bright enough for you to see that you aren’t here alone. Everyone is here— everyone who remains alive, and standing alone together in this vast, empty field, you can’t help but wonder what force brought you here.

An uneasy feeling settles in the pit of your gut. The beginning of the end looms on the horizon.

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