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The world had ended a century ago, yet I still remember the day the skies turned crimson. It was as if the very fabric of existence had been torn apart, leaving only desolation and despair in its wake.

Now, I wander these ruins, searching for any semblance of hope. My footsteps echo through the silence, a reminder that I am not alone in this bleak landscape. I have found strange artifacts, remnants of a civilization that once thrived on this planet. But what purpose do they serve now? Are they merely relics of a bygone era, or are they clues to a brighter future?

I stumble upon an ancient library, its shelves still standing despite the passage of time. The books within are worn and faded, but their contents remain a mystery waiting to be unlocked. I begin to read, and as the words dance across the pages, I realize that the knowledge contained within holds the key to rebuilding our world.

But with this newfound understanding comes a sense of responsibility. Can we truly recreate what was lost, or will our efforts only serve to perpetuate the cycle of destruction? The echoes of eternity whisper cautionary tales of a past that has been and gone, leaving me with more questions than answers.