Ruin

by Undermine

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We are not immortal.

To most, we are living mythology. We have shaped the sky. We have claimed the earth. We are even Gods to some.

But we are not immortal. We are still made of flesh and bone and we still face mortality.

No more is this apparent now.

The weight of extinction hangs over our heads and the number of those who have passed is a vicious reminder.

We are not immortal.

Our legacy and triumphs may live on in stories but our existence as a species is in grave peril.

But there is hope.

There is still something left, something we can pass down to the next generation so we may continue.

We are not immortal, but we can exist in a place where no one else can.

Not even time can reach us.