Day 304: Dawn is broken. It does not rise golden to push back the night. It does not cast its lengthy rays across meadow and slope to wake the flowers and the creatures who live amongst them, and rather than dispelling gloom, it brings it as a heavy cloud of despair to settle on those beneath its glaring, fire-reddened eye. Dawn is not breaking; it is broken, shattered by humanity's carelessness and greed. Like a china plate fallen from a fireplace mantle to the flagstones of the hearth, it might be that it can be glued back together, but it will never be the same.
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