September 24th, 2008
Sunset of Civilisation.
“There once were fireflies here,” she whispered quietly into the night, “in the summer. And the winter heavens were so filled with stars you felt surely the sky couldn’t hold another one, lest they all come tumbling down to the earth. And the springs were so full of butterflies, dancing from petal to petal.”
But now we’ve passed into the veil of darkness. We make Time twist our world into a macabre visage. Gone are the days of the firefly, of diamonds in the winter sky.
“And I do wonder,” she said, “if I will live to know of the last polar bear to sink into the sea, drowning in the Arctic waters, if I will gaze upon the sunset of this civilisation. I wonder, indeed …”
