I don't scream. I don't punch the air. I don't try to go against it.
I don't exist.
The black swallows me up, covering every inch of my body. I hear vague screaming in the background. Nothing registers in my brain, other than a constant thought.
I don't exist. I don't exist.
Not anymore.
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From Dust to Flame
Science FictionEarth is no longer full of vibrant colors. Everything is just a dull grey. There isn't any form of government, no more civilizations. Just grey dust. She knows that. One of the last people on Earth, she roams the place around, fending for herself, r...