After the war, while the Earth smouldered, a call went out from those governments still standing, for people to rebuild. Those that could, answered.
But she heard another call.
So she left it to others to fix the homes, clear the roads, plough the fields. She was called to save humanity itself.
And so she left, to find that which was lost, the things truly needed. And one-by-one, she finds them, each as precious as the last.
She digs through piles of ash now, and finds another. Tenderly, she opens it. Begins to read:
“Once upon a time...”
But she heard another call.
So she left it to others to fix the homes, clear the roads, plough the fields. She was called to save humanity itself.
And so she left, to find that which was lost, the things truly needed. And one-by-one, she finds them, each as precious as the last.
She digs through piles of ash now, and finds another. Tenderly, she opens it. Begins to read:
“Once upon a time...”
