Just passed a trio of freshly squeezed teen babes, followed by a trio of leathery old women wearing the exact same outfits. I think I am falling out of sync with time.
Flowers bloom and wilt as I pass them, green shoots bursting from fertile ground, falling limply to dry, cracked earth.
A baby bird falls from its nest, but grows and spreads its vast wings, only to fall before me, crumbling to naught but bone and feather.
Greedy, malevolent creatures, woven of hatred and chaos in the deep, cold space, they gaze upon our world. they pick at minds and they pull at emotions, playing the Earth as a strange instrument.
As I drive I cross endless wastes, burning cities on the horizon, lush greenery and animals untamed. I see all as it was and all as it will be.
I stop, and watch the spanning of a great city of chrome and light, see the streaks of light as they cross the sky, the muffled thunder and crash. The lights dim, and the city crumbles.
I see it all, The End. The sun grows dim and the winds begin to howl, there are none left to hear the dying shrieks of Earth, so long our home.
They merge before me. Beauty and desolation, death and life begun anew and death again, always death. But in my visions, in the strange new worlds, where is Man?
It ends as suddenly as it began, as fleeting as a dream, or passing fancy, but what were these magnificent, terrible things. From what deep recess of my mind did they spring, and are they as I hope, merely fantasy, or am I to be a prophet, a modern day Cassandra, crying out my warnings, unheeded until the end of my days?
