Bella walked through the fall, her memories of good emotions woven to the real state of the world and her brain figuring out the best future that was still possible from this mess.
The canopy was golden, an umbrella of divine hues - browns, golds and ruby - when the fall of society came. We walked upon this most natural of carpets beneath the same sky we saw yesteryear, yet the world once again was turning upon the axis of fate... and in that moment we had a chance to alter it... to make the future moments better than they otherwise would be.
There are better and worse versions of loss. We are aiming for the better version because then we have the strongest base possible for rebuilding. That is our victory, it is the only one on the table, and it is a painful, sad and desperately awful form of success. Society can fall a hundred stories, seventy, thirty... whatever happens, however much we win, it will be measured in how much more we could have lost than we did. I'm sorry the news is that bleak. But, there you go.
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