Kain stood in silence, arms folded across his chest in thought, the sun pressing down like a gentle but persistent hand on his shoulder.
The seeds waited. The question hung above, unmoving. The grass barely swayed.
There was no countdown. No time limit. No guiding voice telling him what to do next.
Just… choose.
But how?
Kain exhaled through his nose and walked toward the first pedestal again—Unity—and stared at the seed.
He let his mind wander back to what he'd seen of the last days on Earth.
He thought back to the leaderless Earth where those at the top seemingly fled and hid when things reached their worst. How the top 1% of people seemingly hoarded 99% of the resources when shit hit the fan and a adopted an 'everyone for themselves' mentality.
The nations had been very fractured until the very end… if misinformation hadn't spread faster than truth… if they had listened to each other instead of shouting…been a little more selfless…
"…Might've worked," Kain muttered.
