Birds silence their song,
The sun ceases to shine,
Winds hush and
Waters still.
Every flower withholds her bloom. Every mountain cowers in terror.
The stars and planets align and the universe collapses upon itself. In a flash, my entire existence is reduced to a blank screen,
An ominous curser.
Resistance is futile. Escape? Impossible.
March 1st, Doomsday.
Life as I know it is over. Slice of Life has begun...
hahaha! great ominous first post. I love the tone!
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