My mind was deluged with disturbing visuals. There appeared to be no living things. Nothing but an enormous void of darkness exists.
Should we consider Tribes over at this point? Is this what my bleak visions of the future mean? So, this is it?
"Chase," Mira muttered behind me. He clung to my arm, which he hadn't done in a long time because he hated me for losing Sandro. "Please tell me what you see, Isabel. Please let me know if you can see the photo of us... of Tribus."
I stammered as I tried to speak. As thick black smoke gradually enveloped the entire dome, my entire system trembled. "I'm not seeing anything. I can't. Nothing is visible to me!"
"This can't be happening," said Fina, who was standing behind me.
The density of the dark smoke increased. None of the doom tree's limbs were visible to us.
Our shared anxiety united us.
Is it the end of everything?