New Earth

The stars twinkle like a string of cheap Christmas lights. The reflections dance across the glass and chrome ruins like burning tinsel. The only life remaining are the cryptoforests filling the empty lots and vacant streets, with a chorus of insects replacing the sounds of car horns and bustling hordes of humans. Wildlife going back for generations have no knowledge of humans ever existing.

In an unmarked court yard a tattered flag still flaps in the wind, so worn and faded it bares no markings of sovereignty. A forgotten state in a forgotten nation. A world since purged of all people, their carved out territories now reclaimed by nature; shaken off the planet like a bad case of fleas.

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