Nine years after the oracle came, the city was still functioning. The subway is still packed with people during the morning rush hour, schools are still in session, and a few handfuls of noodles are sold in the supermarket downstairs every day. No one read it, and no one resisted. Those light cyan lines appeared quietly under the skin, spreading slowly like cracks under the ice.
Intention: Individual lives do not need to experience the dawn of mankind. They only need to prepare three meals steadily in their own dusk, water the pothos thoroughly, and let the unbroken breath catch the light that will eventually come.