The Earth became a tomb.
Life was almost erased.
But one thread held.
A secret of light.
A gift from the deep past.
It survived the impossible.
It was handed down.
Generation after generation.
Now it sustains everything.
Without that dying,
we would never have been born.
The very thing that destroyed
became the thing that creates.
From death,
life.
From poison,
breath.
From extinction,
us.