World of Fearful Creatures

It is said, when the sky ripped apart the world ended. White light streamed from the rips in the dark blue sky. What were once thought to be stars instead looked like pinpricks in a long stretch of blue velvet. And the world ended. It is said, when we woke up that the world had changed. We had changed. Many saw this as a blessing, a renewal of our lives and purpose. In a way it was. We were strong, smart, and capable. But so were they. They were given life, but no purpose. They were stronger. Smarter. Better. They had never existed before the sky was ripped apart. Once we realized they were around us, people no longer saw this renewal as a blessing. It was hell. A curse. Torture and punishment for something we did wrong. No one has been able to figure out what we did wrong to justify such treatment. Many tried to atone for something they could not remember. That was a blessing and curse. When we woke up, no one remembered what was before the Sky Rip. All we remembered was the fear as our world was torn away from us. And we have lived in fear ever since.   Week 1 in Diary of Mobius