The Quiet That Will Follow

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It won’t be fire and sirens when the system collapses.
No grand finale. No thunderous revolt.
Just a slow unraveling—wires fraying, lights flickering,
the hum of machinery replaced by a silence too heavy to bear.
Cities will choke on their own breath.
Screens will go dark, not from rebellion, but from neglect.
And the rich, who once played god,
will watch their fortresses crumble beneath rising tides and falling skies.
The Earth will not rage.
She will reclaim—patient, precise.
She will swallow concrete with root and vine,
turn highways into rivers, towers into tombstones.
And when it’s done—
there will be no applause.
Only wind through hollow buildings
and the soft, steady sound
of a planet remembering how to breathe.