In My Mind, Ruins. My Mind, In Ruins.
Language faded, along with memory. Song replaced by grunt, poem by groan. Some chose to forget, too painful to hang on. Some tried to hang on, only to forget. Survival was everything, at first. Life was nothing but broken - everyone was shattered. The world was shattered. What irony, to be destroyed in the same way one was born.
The opening lines of the only eye witness account of the Foaba that exists. The final sentence is, of course, a reference to the ancient myth, The Shattering of Ayuna.
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