It still filled my nights with horror.
The panic, the hysteria. The unadulterated fear.
The rising temperatures, unbearable heat. Scorching hot.
The hunger, the thirst. Desperation.
The rising oceans. Floods, landslides, tragedies.
Riots, violence and war.
Sickness, disease. The Plague.
Then the usual bittersweet images followed, bombarding my troubled mind.
The covert selection, the public meltdown.
The relief, the despair.
Our arrival, the horror.
Love sparked, love lost.
The memory of her face, fading fast.
My first love. My only love.
Every night, for nearly ten years, sleep had eluded me; peace beyond my grasp.
Drenched with sweat despite the cool night air.
Why me? Why us? Were we lucky?
At first, we thought so.
But the sheer terror that stalked our nights and the utter exhaustion that drained our days made me think otherwise.
After enduring the dark hours, we spent the light hours foraging for food. We were constantly on guard. Always alert. Terrified of the man-eating creatures that roamed this brutal planet ... and them.
Perhaps we were paying for abandoning Earth to her fate.
Sleep, please let me sleep. Just a few hours.
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