Tag: crisis
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The Hounds
The sun is setting rapidly. Our gates in shambles; our walls have crumbled. It is time to start packing. They have released the hounds; the end is here.
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Delirium
I felt the earth move; it was unexpected—the chills within my body due to the fever boiling poison. The presence of a pestilence touched me before I knew its name. This reality is ending with these moments as a beginning; the devastating experience is very surreal.