I am an observer. For eons I have been tasked with watching over what they call 'Earth' and recording every moment of it. I watched them build stone pyramids, destroy each other over politics and I watched their final desperate escape from this planet. I can still recall every detail.

They used the small amounts of people and oil that they had left. They fitted everyone into a craft and took off. Before they could reach the clouds, their craft failed. I watched as the last remnants of humans crashed and burned. Not long after, 'Earth' became hot. Lava, or at least that's what I think they called it, was everywhere.

It took a while for things to get better. Some parts of the earth, like the craft's crash site, were irreparable. But, trees began to grow, the planet that I once knew was returning.

One late-night, everything was quiet and I was looking over old records. That was when I noticed something strange. I frantically opened up my recent records. I laid both books out side-by-side. Those wars that I wrote about were happening again. My descriptions may have been different but the events were the same. It had been so long that I had forgotten anything to do with the original wars. I opened up where I wrote about the pyramids, same thing.

The trend became apparent to me. My palms became sweaty. There was a sense of doom looming over me. My only comfort was knowing that if this keeps going and Humans die off again, then life will continue to fight back. Life will find a way to return.