The skies, which were once so clear, now harbor an ever-present fog shrouding the land in perpetual darkness. The forests, which were once so bountiful, now lay barren with soil devoid of all its richness. The oceans, which were once so melodic, now ring empty as the echoes of dead animals reflect off its walls. The world, which was once so whole, now remains broken; its inevitable end arriving too soon.
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