Aviras

The land betrayed us long ago, rupturing like an infected boil, throwing its insides up at the sky. And then it fell. A rain of rock and ash, laying mountains asunder, and freeing the ocean from its prison. The creatures that had lain sleeping just below the surface now returned, their breath of fire scorching Aviras till nothing grew. How does a society that has lost it all rebuild? Create the simplest of technologies while their bellies are distended with malnutrition? Yet despite a world turned to depravity and poverty, hope survives. No, not that Utopian idea of peace and bright eyes for a better future. Hope is god, body shattered and collected in endless shards of gems.