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Soot

 Black droplets fall, No longer the rivers will flow, No longer the trees will grow, A silence blankets the earth's call. Where once was life, now barren sprawl, The sky weeps soot in mournful throe, In the land's heart, a deepening woe, As nature's tears in darkness crawl. Yet on this night, a faint hope gleams, For time will heal the scarred meadows, And from the ashes, life redeems. A future where clear water streams, Where once again, the green tree grows, Beneath the sun's forgiving beams.
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Reminiscence

  **In the recesses of time, memories fade,** **Like whispers carried away by the wind,** **Faces once vivid now blur, edges frayed,** **Lost in the labyrinth where shadows thinned.** **The laughter shared, the touch of a hand,** **Now mere echoes etched on the heart's wall,** **Moments slipped through the hourglass sand,** **Forgotten, yet lingering, haunting us all.**
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Chapter IX

                     ~  The year 2120  ~ Blazerine rides through the futuristic cityscape on her sleek motorcycle, equipped with an advanced AI system that monitors the road and traffic conditions. Her smart helmet flashes with warnings of potential dangers, but she pays no attention. She prefers the thrill of speed and risk. She swipes the touchscreen on her digital dashboard and selects the sport mode. The motorcycle responds by changing its shape and position, lowering the handlebars, and raising the footpegs to optimize its aerodynamic controls. She zooms towards her destination, leaving behind a trail of orange neon lights on the horizon.  Blazerine parks in a dark, narrow passage between tall and dilapidated buildings. Some are graffiti with gang-related affiliations from drug dealers to hackers, where surveillance and control are absent. She removed her helmet and hung it over the left handlebar. Then she reached into her back pocket to grab a compact disc. Clicking open, it pro
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Chapter VIII

The sounds of insects heralding the approach of the evening were blending into background noise now. She sat by the campfire while cutting a few bits from her halve coconut. She closed her eyes, feeling the breeze. Today didn't feel very productive since there weren't any plans to go hunting or gathering. Since there's not much of a point to carry around lots of food when it's not exactly going to go anywhere anyway.  So the morning had started like so many others...  Walking, ... and walking..  then more walking.  Every other day she tried building an S.O.S out of rocks along the beach, but it always ended up getting washed away beneath her nose.  More than likely she suspects her escape attempts were no doubt being sabotaged by Damas. But what's the point of keeping them isolated on this island?   The air she breathed in wasn't the usual vegetation or the ocean - it was none other than blood - her blood. The realization increased her heart rate incredibly when
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