The world will not end with a bang, but with a whisper. I should know, I’m the one who’ll end it and I don’t plan on making much noise.
You see, I’ve been here since the beginning, the very beginning. Watching as the great beasts froze, as man lost his hair and walked upright, as metal took to the skies and seas.
I live among them, passing as if I’m one of their kind.
As the years have gone by I’ve started to grow quiet. And now I see them looking for a new homes. Sending machines out beyond this world, exploring and searching. It’s as if a they know what’s about to happen.
My whisper, it’s coming.
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That is excellent. Chilling almost.
Thanks!