Am I the last one standing?
The final hope for all?
What am I doing?
There's nothing left.
The Sky is yellow.
The Ocean's are black.
The Earth is dead.
And there is no way back.
My powers are gone.
I can't grow anything.
It would just die.
No tree's. No grass. No flowers.
I cannot command that stagnant pool.
No ripple can I make.
I cannot call upon the winds.
The air is just too thick.
Everything is silent.
No animals. Nothing alive.
What have you mortals done?
You've killed the thing I love.
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