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The day had finally come. I could see the images flashing across the screen, the antichrist, once a beacon of false hope, now fulfilling the darkest of prophecies. He marched with American tanks and weapons, a relentless tide of steel and fire spilling into the lands that lay in shadows beneath Russia’s looming power.
I remembered how Russia had warned, their voices stern and unyielding, commanding respect for their sovereignty. But those warnings were ignored, and today, they retaliated with a ferocity that matched the threat against them. The sky seemed to split open as China joined the fray, an ally in arms against this invasion.
The streets outside my window were chaos incarnate. People ran screaming, clawing at each other in their desperation to find shelter from the imminent doom. Sirens wailed, a lament for humanity’s folly.
I found myself among them, my feet carrying me nowhere and everywhere at once. Buildings that had stood for centuries crumbled like sandcastles before the might of the unleashed arsenal. Hundreds of warheads turned into thousands, each one a harbinger of an unending night.
In mere hours, nations trembled, and borders disintegrated under the weight of their own hubris. The earth itself cried out in agony as it was scarred beyond recognition.
And then came silence—a deafening quiet that followed the thunderous roars. I watched through tear-blurred eyes as nations that once boasted unassailable might were brought to their knees. Russia abandoned its homeland; the very soil that birthed it became its poison.
Five months passed in a blur of gray winter and ash-laden skies before China followed suit. Its vast lands, rich with history and culture, were now barren wastelands where no life could take root.
It was in these moments of despair that I found clarity amidst the ruins of our world. A simple truth rang clear—our failure to embrace love, compassion, and understanding had led us here. This wasn’t just about geopolitics or territorial disputes; it was about our collective soul’s direction.
I sank to my knees amidst the rubble of what was once a bustling street corner, my voice barely above a whisper amid the stillness.
“Let us repent,” I pleaded to any who would listen. “Let’s turn back from this precipice before there’s nothing left to save.”
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