Forgotten words were sprawled in looping letters across the crumbling walls of society’s last bastion of civilization. The language they were written in had died along with the last of those who had dwelled within the guarded community and, so, their attempts to preserve a miniscule piece of their culture had been in vain. Though, that mattered little to them anymore. Their dust mixed with the soil and provided the fuel for nature’s slow reclamation of the shambled city.
Relics of rusted metal and spidering glass sank into the ground, their purpose just as forgotten and unknown as the scribbled lettering. Sun and rain began their slow decay, beating into them, wearing them down, turning their strengths into weaknesses, and time, the ravager of all things, and the earth did the rest. Vines wound around, underneath, through and over the artifacts of the ancient civilization, pulling them so far apart from where they started their original form was indiscernible.
Fields of flowers rose from the splintered asphalt. Forests ranged unchecked where homes once stood, their tall canopies towering over the few remaining roofs that still draped over broken foundations. Animals of all types claimed what remained. The larger beasts found their way into the concrete lined basements. The smaller beasts burrowed dens in leftover upholstered chairs and couches. Birds nestled into the eaves.
None remained who understood any of the loss or rebirth that had transpired. The greatest ideas and triumphs of the last civilization meant less to the world than the bones and flesh that had been returned to the ground. Their greatest crimes and disasters were equally meaningless. History meant nothing. The future meant nothing. And life went on, naturally.
God opened his eyes, the marble he’d been playing with before dozing off, still at his feet. His shook his head to dislodge the cobwebs of the nightmare he’d just had as he stooped low to peer into the swirling vibrancy of the marble’s core. So beautiful. So pristine. So perfect, just as it had always been. Scooping up the orb, he deposited it with the rest of his collection and then strode forward to find other mischief.