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The day of reckoning had come.
No more was the flow of imagination that had defined previous generations.
The world's minds had become stagnant, pools of unoriginal filth.
No more was the spark that defined individual.
And so, the end was by mankind's own hand.
Perhaps as they looked up, they thought. Perhaps as the saw the dark figure in the sky, they thought. But what was there to think?
And as the blood filled the streets, perhaps one person rediscovered the meanings of individual and original. Just maybe that spark still existed.
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