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The Predator hovered atop the mountain, the deathly silence as the gorging was complete.

With nothing left to eat, the call came to converge

Each one selects a mate, as they perch on the ground

They turned to face away and their abdomens joined

In their final act, they are fertilised.

They choose the fairest leaves to lay, continuing the cycle for world's anew.

Their alluring motions slowing as their balance gives way to gracefully wilt and decay

Alone it stands, surveying the fervent atmosphere, the landscape teeming with its new design.

Our purpose fulfilled, our mark on history no longer to be told.

It's purpose fulfilled, it's skin gives way to a new form, one bred to discover and sniff out worlds where we've planted our curses.

It prepares itself for a new odyssey in places we couldn't fathom.

The bellow once again came from the fiend and its movement subsides.

The rivers continue to flow and the breeze sways along its path.

Like we were never there at all.

The songbirds call and suddenly the kingdom seems complete.

Like we were never there at all.