[She's silent for a while, mulling that over while staring at constellations she doesn't have names for.]
We ruined our own world, once.
I spent my most joyful days in another, more lush world, studying creatures so fantastic it was hard to believe they were even real. I liked to imagine it's what our own world was like, before it died.
Here... it feels like both the living world and the dying one, separated by a wall of fog.
I wonder if our ancestors found themselves at a crossroads like this one. I wonder if they tried to make a difference, too.
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Date: 2024-08-22 08:36 pm (UTC)We ruined our own world, once.
I spent my most joyful days in another, more lush world, studying creatures so fantastic it was hard to believe they were even real. I liked to imagine it's what our own world was like, before it died.
Here... it feels like both the living world and the dying one, separated by a wall of fog.
I wonder if our ancestors found themselves at a crossroads like this one. I wonder if they tried to make a difference, too.