The world itself has reached a near catatonic state. The soil has hardened in many places, refusing to give birth to new seed or form of life. Other places burn with a fever unknown and unimaginative to previous generations before us. The lakes of liquid fire corrode us from the inside and melt our skins on the outside if daring enough for a dip. We predict this will be the last generation of human kind on this planet, the one before killed us all. They had set this world on fire with a constant invisible threat. To survive we walk, to breath we labor, to hope… it dies every…. Day.If you encounter this story on Amazon, note that it''s taken without permission from the author. Report it.