the past. You should stay here in front
of these useless buildings. In the end
greyer. We heard the cries of the last
birds. The landscape was transformed.
A desert of ashes. We should have
escaped our own storm. It was too
late, last one on earth. Remember all
the things they said. Remember all the
whispers they ignored. Remember
them. Remember me.
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