It destroyed the fields, the buildings, all the good things, the libraries and the trees, the paintings in the museums, the ancient bones that could not be replaced, those intangible oaths promised to loved ones now forgotten, those things not yet beautiful but could have been so. Destroyed. All of them.
And it sometimes happens in a life that the very purpose of an existence is tried. As a result the creature wept. A newborn child spilled onto the hot dry earth, the mother smiling, the creature watching and that was enough.
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