Across the darkening sky, small clouds drifted on a cold breeze, a clear herald that rain was coming.
The rain would not be the kind that scars a scorched Earth wounded by nuclear war, but the kind that carries life and abundance.
Below, the world lay serene and calm. Sound was sparse: the light breeze brushing the leaves, and the calls of wild animals beginning their night lives as darkness slowly took hold.
A small creature with long ears emerged from its hole in the soil, tilting its long whiskers and scanning the area with yellow eyes, trying to find its breakfast amid the silent stillness.
Before it could begin, a tremor climbed up from the ground, its home, followed by distant crushing sounds that spooked it. It slipped back into the hole, deciding that spending 1 day hungry would not harm.
