The water rolled in. She could see nothing on the horizon, just the deep blue water.
This was it – the last small remaining piece of land was slowly being swallowed.
The ships were ready to launch, floating cities that they hoped would sustain them. For how long, no one could guess.
The hope was that the water level would one day begin to drop. The land was still there, the old world they had once inhabited, now entombed. Perhaps a future generation could reclaim it from the sea.
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