“Oh my god.
Why do you trample upon us, whom you created, so miserably?
Why do you turn away from our earnest eyes?
"I pray earnestly, please do not cast out these poor creatures. Please save them and let them survive... Please."
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In the summer of 6902, the end of the Earth was approaching.
One step forward. One more step forward. One more step forward.
In front of your eyes
The yellow morning sky was black, and the sky was occupied by winged beasts,
The land was dominated by loathsome beasts crawling on all fours.
One morning, we humans simply became food for them.
There weren't many blind spots. People had to give their skin to them regardless of their will, and those who hid to live were their own families.
With his mouth shut, he watched his colleagues being devoured by beasts.
I had no choice but to look.