Thinking about that dome and site, that city that shouldn't exist and yet it did, made me more nervous. I always considered my second Earth as my escape place, my own safe haven away from all this sh*t going on here.
I even started reading through lots of records and tales about that world, but I didn't get a clue. Everything pointed to an end, a long time before my time.
There wasn't a single thing referring to an ongoing civilization, or even to a way to hide cities and people underneath the ground.
They were advanced people, but they didn't deal right with the power they gained.
I thought lots of glorious moments turned into tragedies at the end that turned my mood to the worse.
I never felt that sad when I read through the records of my people in the apocalypse. What was it? Was it that I knew these people were gone and they failed that pained me?
Did I have hope when I read through the records? Hope for my humans? For… Even myself?
"I'm here."
