Clouds clutter up and subtract the light from the barren lands.
No-one lives there,
not anymore,
for there is no way of life in these deserted worlds.
Fragments of the past,
cover the land and tell the story of the future's past.
When worlds met eachother,
choices arose,
mistakes were made and forgotten.
Yet, forgotten is not forgiven,
for the bless and art of forgiving was only known by few.
Echoes of forgiving are never enough.
The world has met it's destiny and clouds rejoin,
they shape up to what they were years ago...
Mushrooms flying through the air,
remembering us of the history of the future...
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