They finally did it.
They. We finally did it, for I am just as guilty as the rest.
She died. Kicking, screaming, and vengeance upon her lips, but she died nonetheless.
Now we are paying for our sins. The ocean has risen, mocking our accomplishments, ripping our egos, and showing us exactly where we stand.
We stand at her mercy. Even with her murder, she exacts her justice.
Life, once so abundant and full, fades. I sit alone, my family taken as penance for my crimes.
The guilt sits heavy in my heart.
We killed Mother Nature.
We killed ourselves.
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