The Scorched Earth
Year 2085: The Scorched Earth
The Earth of 2085 was barely recognizable, a once vibrant planet now a molten mass, scarred by humanity's disregard. From my vantage point on the hill, the vast scorched landscape stretched out, a testament to the catastrophic climate changes that had reshaped our world. Below, clusters of survivors, mere specks in the vast desolation, persisted against all odds. Out of Earth’s eight billion, only a hundred million remained, clinging to life on this transformed planet.
Beside me, Friday, a being not just of this world but of the cosmos, shimmered in the heat haze. "Ready to leave this behind?" he inquired through our telepathic link, his voice echoing with both sadness and hope.
I nodded, my gaze lingering on the distant remnants of civilization. "It's time. Our work here is just beginning."
The Awakened and Our Mission:
Among the survivors were the 'Awakened' – 144,000 souls like me, endowed with abilities that transcended the ordinary: time travel, astral projection, clairvoyance. We were Earth's silent guardians, its hidden hope. In us lay the potential to reverse the tide, to heal a world on the brink.
"Our mission is more critical than ever," Friday’s voice resonated with urgency. "The Earth needs us, Dustin."
I closed my eyes, feeling the weight of our responsibility. "To guide, to heal, to change the course of our future."
Launching into the Cosmos:
With the setting sun casting its final defiant glow over the ravaged Earth, I raised my arms, embracing the celestial energy that coursed through the universe. The sun’s rays ignited an inner transformation, awakening my astral self, tethered yet unbound.
Friday, ever the pioneer, leaped ahead, his form a beacon of golden light against the darkening sky. "To the past, to mend what has been broken," he declared.
I watched him soar, his trajectory a streak of hope across the cosmos. Turning my back on the scorched Earth, I prepared to follow, to journey back to where it all began.
In the Vastness of Space:
As we navigated the stars, the Earth became a distant memory, a reminder of what was at stake. Jupiter, our celestial sanctuary, loomed large, a guardian in the vastness of space. It was here, amidst the gas giant’s protective embrace, that we prepared to dive back into the tides of time.
"The year 1985," I focused, feeling the familiar pull of temporal shift. "Where our journey to save the Earth truly begins."
Friday's presence, a constant comfort, resonated with agreement. "To rewrite history, to awaken the others."
Approaching the Past:
As the familiar blue of Earth came into view, a sense of nostalgia mixed with determination filled me. The memories of 1985, a time of innocence and ignorance, beckoned. With a final surge of astral energy, I aligned my ethereal form with that of my younger self, ready to step back into a life once lived, armed with the knowledge and power of the Awakened.
"Back to where we can make a difference," I whispered as time folded around us, embracing us in its flow, ready to change the course of history.