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M.Soltber

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2 min readSep 21, 2024

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"The Last Dreamer: Gazing over a world lost to neglect, where hope fades beneath the ruins of civilization."

The Forgotten World

In a world not so far from our own, the planet groaned under the weight of neglect. The forests had withered, the oceans had risen, and the sky, once filled with birds, was now a fog of smoke and dust. Yet, the people didn’t notice. They were too busy with their lives, trapped in the glow of their screens, consumed by distractions that kept them from seeing the slow collapse of their world.

Meanwhile, the politicians, the ones who were supposed to lead, were locked in a never-ending battle. Not for peace or progress, but for power. They didn’t care about the planet that was crumbling beneath their feet. All they cared about was winning the next war, the next election, the next battle of egos. In their grand halls and meeting rooms, they talked of strength and dominance, never of survival. They pointed fingers across borders, blaming each other for problems none of them would solve.

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And so, the world burned.

As the years passed, the floods came. Cities once bustling with life were swallowed by the rising tides. The crops failed, and hunger spread like a silent plague. But the people still didn’t look up. The politicians still didn’t change course. Instead, they built walls around their palaces, raised armies to fight one another, and left the rest to fend for themselves.

But there was a group—small, unnoticed—who refused to look away. They were the scientists, the activists, the dreamers who still believed there was hope. They worked in the shadows, ignored by governments, forgotten by the public, trying to save what was left. They planted trees, cleaned the poisoned rivers, and fought to turn back the clock. But time was running out.

One night, as the winds howled through the empty streets of a ruined city, the last of the dreamers stood on a hill, looking out at the wasteland. “It didn’t have to be like this,” they whispered. But by then, it was too late. The people had forgotten, and the politicians had destroyed everything that mattered.

And so, the earth, once alive and vibrant, faded into a memory—a forgotten world, lost to greed and indifference.

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M.Soltber
M.Soltber

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