When all the world was green and growing,
we thought we had forever.
But then the tides rose up and swallowed the land,
and the skies turned dark with ash.
Now we cling to life in this drowned city,
scavenging what we can from the ruins.
We are the last survivors,
huddled in the dark,
praying for deliverance.
But deliverance will not come.
Only death awaits us in this city of sorrows,
where the only sound is the moaning of the wind.