Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 4567 | Page 252

My death is close, I can feel my energy slipping away with each word but I am determined to write my story, so
it not only serves as a record of what has transpired for any life that comes hereafter, because the end for us
humans has begun. But also as voice to all those that have been silenced by the Government's and Elite’s
mendacity.
~Epilogue~
A blue creature exits a spaceship, followed by its companions. They all carried shovels, presumably for
excavation purposes. They began to dig, deep into the ground. Suddenly, one creature started jumping up and
down, small clicking noises escaping its lips. All the other creatures crowd around, staring at a small, curled up
skeleton, trapped beneath a pile of books. The creatures pry the book away and began to read. ‘Earth is at its
breaking point…’