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Untitiled6Terra

Mama and Papa came from beyond the frontier. Apparently it's an infinite amount of times much better than here. They loved talking about the White Sun that bathed over the territory beyond the frontier. Till this day, when they call it Adam’s Apple, their eyes glisten with joy. Shortly after, you can see the light die off in their eyes. “It’s a really good place to be in though” Mama reiterates to me with a fixed smile. She’s falling apart. I'm old enough to see her worn out skin and mind now. In my world, having a mind is equivalent to wandering. She can’t wander anymore. The time for her to wither away like the rest of the people that eventually do in Terra is inevitable. So is the fate of those of us who reside in the neglected Terra. Terra wasn't always doomed like it is now. Beaten down by toxicity. The natural end result of a bombardment of lesser humans trying to coexist together. Eating whatever rotted food is available. And the heat of the Red Sun destroys all forms of ways to produce natural food.. “Our rightful place is in Adams Apple.” The elders said to us before they turned to dust. “My sight is leaving me soon” Papa preaches to me relentlessly. “Need I remind you of The Great Separation that happened years ago? Me and your mother lived under the white sun in Adam’s Apple and received blessings” Papa said at the top of his lungs as his bones seemed to be shaking.