Year 2540 -- the World's end

The clan leader was a man of great wisdom. But no matter how great you are, you cannot overcome the power of Mother Nature – or what’s left of it. We humans don’t consider ourselves as part of the natural environment, for we think that we are the mightiest and the greatest. But I’ve always believed that we are part of it. My tribe staggered along, with the tribe leader in the lead. It was days since we last drank and the grey clouds looked ominous, but promising. The tribe leader sniffed the moist air. “It’s about time.” I believed I heard a groan. I smiled to myself silently. The time has finally come, the time when humans finally realize that they are part of nature. Rain began to fall as the tribe scaled the cliff. And along the way, a few fell and didn’t make it. But no one turned back. With the same fate before us, no one cared. We found a small modest cave, where we took refuge from the rain. No one spoke a word; we just sat down in silence. Form the cave I could see our far away city, which used to look so grand and magnificent. But now it’s just like all the other cities, standing there, abandoned. I closed my eyes and waited for the world to close itself, with only the sound of breathing and the patter of rain interrupting my concentration. We waited. The sound of breathing softens, then stopped completely. Everyone was limped and cold. I sat there, alone, and waiting… … waiting… …