"The sky is melting and dripping like water color and falling down as rain. The colors of the sky are getting mixed up by each other before they rain, and then sticking on the ground like gouache. The end was due, yet upon. The pigments are dying one by one in the conclusion of their declare war to the light. They should have never done that. That was pretty stupid. Their decision had costed all of us an ugly, dark, fat apocalypse. We were all hoping for a fancy farewell for universe; but not this! None is blind but now the colors are. Ladies 'n gentlemen; today, my broadcast is to those, last of us out there in the wastelands, fighting for survival. Even if I reach to a single soul, don't forget: world is a lonely place, but -----"

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