Segment 5 (Time is changing)

What was left of us in the shadow of our lost moon?

There I stood, head cocked aside, crooked and tilted inhumanly backwards towards the ground. In the sky lit the world beneath bundled sheets of puke orange and brown sprawling lines of ever expanding universal stretch marks. The damage had been done, processed and expelled. Whatever lingers is not what should remain.

I took a deep breath inward, absorbing as much of the nefarious toxin possible and then quietly released my intake. Once in the hot air spiraled like a tornado inside my cringing lungs. The gases quietly diverge as the sweltering oxygen ushers out the carbon dioxide. Once in and once out. Once in, once out.

A burst of sunlight tears at the bottom of my eyelids, peeling at the edges and eventually ripping the flaps backwards with sweet causal innocence of only requesting a glimpse.

Night has receded, faded back to it's perpetual resting spot upon the other side of the world whilst I am alone left to watch the rising sun illuminate and foreshadow the towering city over yonder. A sight I am stricken by and will never be allowed to forget.

As if stolen directly from my many drifting dreams amongst the sundered earth I coyly watch as the cascading rubble and debris from human endeavors leisurely sway across the planet's crust akin to the water washing over any given beach. Their physical life is still there, their belongings, their emotions, even their deep impressive footprints still linger albeit now covered or buried a hair bit more then a moment before.

When I do finally open my eyes and begin to properly siphon the enlarged morning sun's rays into pure concentrated energy I begin to realize just what I hadn't days, months, years, centuries before.

The painted vista from my brain overlapped the actuality perfectly, outlining the edges from the lone skyscraper still standing and dropping it directly over the fallen city of Lucentis. And just adrift to the side, and immediately smack dab in the center, green wilds latched upon the decrepit leap of man and began to bring back the indigenous world to her awaiting mother.