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The scavengers emerge from the caves with trepidation to observe a new dawn.

They wander the empty streets once considered beyond the pale and make their homes in the husks we left behind.

With the balance restored, they lead their young to prosperity.

The valleys reverberate with their song and calls and so they return to a time once lost where they all have a place in the system.

The decomposers begin their work to enliven the soils.

All of our creations frozen like they were suspended in time.

But the Lonomia, a vestige of the hellish chapter, takes root in the blooming plains.

Their sufferers hemorrhaging and collapsing at their touch, with nothing to deter their spread.

Their affliction has no motive, they just exist to bring a pestilence.

Many are bound to make the same mistakes and they are left to putrefy.

The world adapts and continues on its orbit, but there it waits to effectuate more change.