Terra’s War
“War, once an external force, now pulses within us. We’ve grown so accustomed that peace feels foreign – an unsettling choice we’ve come to forsake.”
In the aftermath of our self-inflicted cataclysm, the world yielded to alien forces – metamorphosed valley dwellers and liberated beings. We christen them, recognizing their twisted forms forged by the lasting scars of nuclear conflict. While they cultivate a serene enclave, our relentless drive seeks to annihilate all that deviates. Again.
Another place on earth.
The creatures of freedom convene in a profound valley beneath the sea’s surface, gathered around an alabaster table crafted from stones extracted from the core of a volcano. They imbibe and deliberate on the reconstruction of the world post their conflict with humans. “We have weathered ceaseless torment to arrive at this juncture; I will not permit this haven to revert to human hands,” proclaims Awn, the sovereign of the creatures of freedom, his hands aflame, mirroring his indignantly flushed countenance. He vehemently declares, “I will extinguish them all if it comes to that.”
The serpent’s head hisses, “We have been condemned to death, and now we are the deceased.”
“We collaborated and endured as a singular entity. War and monstrosities brought us forth, yet in the human gaze, we are solely what meets the eye. Fashioned by war, we strive for peace, even if it necessitates one ultimate conflict to terminate all conflicts,” articulates the leader of the valley tribe, gesticulating his wings as a symbol of defiance.
The monsters raise their cups in unity.
“To the ultimate war!” they proclaim.
