Chapter 373: Whispers Of Time
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Title: Sinister Cold: Reflecting on a Year of Devastation.
Author: Benjamin Hawthorne
Date: 15/04/2568.
It's been a year since a mysterious virus spread in our world, irrevocably altering the course of history. In retrospect, because of its sinister character and the chilling repercussions it unleashed on our civilization, I have come to refer to this terrible plague as the "Sinister Cold."
This disease, the Sinister Cold, first appeared in the year 2567, signaling the beginning of a wave of devastation that swept over our cities and towns with relentless fury.
It exacted an enormous toll, claiming the lives of millions of people and causing an ecological disaster that drove countless animal species to extinction. We were, and still are, on the verge of catastrophe, with our lives hanging in the balance.
This insidious illness caused two major symptoms: death or a terrifying decline into a permanent state of coma. With hindsight, I see the terrible impact of these symptoms as they tore through our civilizations, leaving a path of heartbreak and shattered lives in their wake.
Sinister Cold, so named because of its chilling effect, inflicts two primary symptoms on its unfortunate victims: death, in which the victims die as a result of rapid and irreversible organ failure, their bodies are weakened beyond the point of recovery, and with nothing that can be done to save them; or a terrifying decline into an unresponsive coma, buried within the depths of their subconscious, seemingly permanently lost to the world.
Because of the virus's unpredictability, scientists and medical professionals are at a loss for solutions, and their efforts to combat it are fraught with frustration.
The symptoms of those infected, before reaching one of the two likely outcomes, are frighteningly diverse, attesting to the virus's ruthlessness. There is not much to say. The Sinister Cold preys on the human body, attacking with ferocity. It causes a violent fever that consumes its victims from within, turning their skin pallid and clammy as their life force dwindles.
Delirium sets in, accompanied by nightmare experiences that sever their tenuous hold on reality. Some victims have uncontrollable seizures, their bodies shaking as their minds sink into darkness.
Fear and uncertainty abound as this sickness tightens its icy grasp on our globe. Every day brings new hurdles and heartbreaking losses while the search for a remedy remains elusive.
Our scientists and medical professionals work tirelessly, motivated by a flicker of optimism that we will defeat this wicked opponent one day, against all odds.
However, as we navigate the dangerous waters of Sinister Cold, we are presented with a sobering reality: the hunt for treatment remains complex and elusive. Despite our scientists' and doctors' earnest efforts, development appears excruciatingly slow. The weight of hopelessness falls on us, putting doubt on our chances of recovery.
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As he carefully read through the worn pages of the journal, Erik absorbed the Article's horrible tale of the Sinister Cold, the disease that had ravaged the earth many years ago.
"I didn't think I would find this information here…"
Like everyone else, Erik was aware of the disease that threatened the annihilation of the human species. Of course, he had no idea what had transpired in the past, but things weren't all that different from now, probably.
The young man kept reading, finding out the author's dissatisfaction with the seeming lack of progress in finding a cure for the virus. He also thought about the writer's feelings about the government's response, experiencing a sense of sadness for the government's inaction.
Furthermore, Erik couldn't help but make a mental comment on the journal's date. It occurred to him that this document was now regarded as ancient, a relic from a time of sorrow and uncertainty.
He closed the journal with a heavy sigh, its brittle pages whispering stories of a world forever changed. While the events mentioned in the essay may have occurred many years ago, the echoes of their impact continued to reverberate throughout time.
It was also weird to know what followed those events, with the apparition of the brain crystal and the birth of the Thaids.
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Title: Sinister Cold: Reflecting on a Year of Devastation.
Author: Benjamin Hawthorne
Date: 15/04/2568.
It's been a year since a mysterious virus spread in our world, irrevocably altering the course of history. In retrospect, because of its sinister character and the chilling repercussions it unleashed on our civilization, I have come to refer to this terrible plague as the "Sinister Cold."
This disease, the Sinister Cold, first appeared in the year 2567, signaling the beginning of a wave of devastation that swept over our cities and towns with relentless fury.
It exacted an enormous toll, claiming the lives of millions of people and causing an ecological disaster that drove countless animal species to extinction. We were, and still are, on the verge of catastrophe, with our lives hanging in the balance.
This insidious illness caused two major symptoms: death or a terrifying decline into a permanent state of coma. With hindsight, I see the terrible impact of these symptoms as they tore through our civilizations, leaving a path of heartbreak and shattered lives in their wake.
Sinister Cold, so named because of its chilling effect, inflicts two primary symptoms on its unfortunate victims: death, in which the victims die as a result of rapid and irreversible organ failure, their bodies are weakened beyond the point of recovery, and with nothing that can be done to save them; or a terrifying decline into an unresponsive coma, buried within the depths of their subconscious, seemingly permanently lost to the world.
Because of the virus's unpredictability, scientists and medical professionals are at a loss for solutions, and their efforts to combat it are fraught with frustration.
The symptoms of those infected, before reaching one of the two likely outcomes, are frighteningly diverse, attesting to the virus's ruthlessness. There is not much to say. The Sinister Cold preys on the human body, attacking with ferocity. It causes a violent fever that consumes its victims from within, turning their skin pallid and clammy as their life force dwindles.
Delirium sets in, accompanied by nightmare experiences that sever their tenuous hold on reality. Some victims have uncontrollable seizures, their bodies shaking as their minds sink into darkness.
Fear and uncertainty abound as this sickness tightens its icy grasp on our globe. Every day brings new hurdles and heartbreaking losses while the search for a remedy remains elusive.
Our scientists and medical professionals work tirelessly, motivated by a flicker of optimism that we will defeat this wicked opponent one day, against all odds.
However, as we navigate the dangerous waters of Sinister Cold, we are presented with a sobering reality: the hunt for treatment remains complex and elusive. Despite our scientists' and doctors' earnest efforts, development appears excruciatingly slow. The weight of hopelessness falls on us, putting doubt on our chances of recovery.
(…)
__________________
As he carefully read through the worn pages of the journal, Erik absorbed the Article's horrible tale of the Sinister Cold, the disease that had ravaged the earth many years ago.
"I didn't think I would find this information here…"
Like everyone else, Erik was aware of the disease that threatened the annihilation of the human species. Of course, he had no idea what had transpired in the past, but things weren't all that different from now, probably.
The young man kept reading, finding out the author's dissatisfaction with the seeming lack of progress in finding a cure for the virus. He also thought about the writer's feelings about the government's response, experiencing a sense of sadness for the government's inaction.
Furthermore, Erik couldn't help but make a mental comment on the journal's date. It occurred to him that this document was now regarded as ancient, a relic from a time of sorrow and uncertainty.
He closed the journal with a heavy sigh, its brittle pages whispering stories of a world forever changed. While the events mentioned in the essay may have occurred many years ago, the echoes of their impact continued to reverberate throughout time.
It was also weird to know what followed those events, with the apparition of the brain crystal and the birth of the Thaids.
__________________Title: Sinister Cold: Reflecting on a Year of Devastation. Author: Benjamin HawthorneDate: 15/04/2568.It's been a year since a mysterious virus spread in our world, irrevocably altering the course of history. In retrospect, because of its sinister character and the chilling repercussions it unleashed on our civilization, I have come to refer to this terrible plague as the "Sinister Cold."This disease, the Sinister Cold, first appeared in the year 2567, signaling the beginning of a wave of devastation that swept over our cities and towns with relentless fury. It exacted an enormous toll, claiming the lives of millions of people and causing an ecological disaster that drove countless animal species to extinction. We were, and still are, on the verge of catastrophe, with our lives hanging in the balance.This insidious illness caused two major symptoms: death or a terrifying decline into a permanent state of coma. With hindsight, I see the terrible impact of these symptoms as they tore through our civilizations, leaving a path of heartbreak and shattered lives in their wake.Sinister Cold, so named because of its chilling effect, inflicts two primary symptoms on its unfortunate victims: death, in which the victims die as a result of rapid and irreversible organ failure, their bodies are weakened beyond the point of recovery, and with nothing that can be done to save them; or a terrifying decline into an unresponsive coma, buried within the depths of their subconscious, seemingly permanently lost to the world. Because of the virus's unpredictability, scientists and medical professionals are at a loss for solutions, and their efforts to combat it are fraught with frustration.The symptoms of those infected, before reaching one of the two likely outcomes, are frighteningly diverse, attesting to the virus's ruthlessness. There is not much to say. The Sinister Cold preys on the human body, attacking with ferocity. It causes a violent fever that consumes its victims from within, turning their skin pallid and clammy as their life force dwindles. Delirium sets in, accompanied by nightmare experiences that sever their tenuous hold on reality. Some victims have uncontrollable seizures, their bodies shaking as their minds sink into darkness.Fear and uncertainty abound as this sickness tightens its icy grasp on our globe. Every day brings new hurdles and heartbreaking losses while the search for a remedy remains elusive.Our scientists and medical professionals work tirelessly, motivated by a flicker of optimism that we will defeat this wicked opponent one day, against all odds.However, as we navigate the dangerous waters of Sinister Cold, we are presented with a sobering reality: the hunt for treatment remains complex and elusive. Despite our scientists' and doctors' earnest efforts, development appears excruciatingly slow. The weight of hopelessness falls on us, putting doubt on our chances of recovery.__________________As he carefully read through the worn pages of the journal, Erik absorbed the Article's horrible tale of the Sinister Cold, the disease that had ravaged the earth many years ago."I didn't think I would find this information here"Like everyone else, Erik was aware of the disease that threatened the annihilation of the human species. Of course, he had no idea what had transpired in the past, but things weren't all that different from now, probably.The young man kept reading, finding out the author's dissatisfaction with the seeming lack of progress in finding a cure for the virus. He also thought about the writer's feelings about the government's response, experiencing a sense of sadness for the government's inaction. Furthermore, Erik couldn't help but make a mental comment on the journal's date. It occurred to him that this document was now regarded as ancient, a relic from a time of sorrow and uncertainty.He closed the journal with a heavy sigh, its brittle pages whispering stories of a world forever changed. While the events mentioned in the essay may have occurred many years ago, the echoes of their impact continued to reverberate throughout time. It was also weird to know what followed those events, with the apparition of the brain crystal and the birth of the Thaids.
