The Deadly Resurrection: 0.01 Degrees to Apocalypse

(🎧 Audio Version) The Deadly Resurrection: 0.01 Degrees to Apocalypse

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(Scene: A vast, frozen wasteland in the South Pole. The wind howls, cutting through the endless expanse of ice. Under the dim gray sky, a faint glimmer catches the light—it’s YOU, lying at the center of the desolation. Curled into a ball, encased in a thick shell of ice. Naked. Motionless. Yet conscious.)

You (muttering): Yes… this is unbearably cold. How long has it been? Two thousand years? Four? I’ve lost count.

(Your eyes open slightly, catching glimpses of the endless white around you.)

You: This is hell. Nothing survives here… except me. I could wait two thousand more years. Or five thousand. Even ten thousand. If I wanted to.

(You pause, considering the thought.)

You (softly): But… do you want to?

(A faint smirk forms on your lips.)

You: Yes.

(The infinite white fills your mind. You let out a sigh.)

You: White… it’s the only color I see anymore. Red, blue, yellow—they’re just distant memories. For thousands of years, my world has been only black and white. So simple. And… final.

(You falter, then correct yourself.)

You: No, not final. This is just the night before the dawn. I’ve always known that… but this waiting… it’s worse than hell.

(Your voice sharpens, frustration creeping in.)

You: And even if sunlight came, it wouldn’t mean anything. It’s just a faint glow. No warmth, no change. Spring, summer, winter—they’re meaningless here, in this frozen graveyard.

(You exhale, calming yourself.)

You: But I know the time will come. I don’t need to plan, don’t need to think. When it happens, it happens. And when it does…

(A dark smile spreads across your lips, your thoughts drifting to past destruction.)

You: I’ve seen it all before. Cities falling. Empires crumbling. Humanity gasping for survival… and failing. It always ends the same. Because nothing escapes me. Nothing survives me.

(The thought grows sharper, clearer.)

You: All it takes is 0.01 degrees. That’s the difference. A rise of 0.01 degrees, and this ice will crack. Then I’ll return. And when I do…

(You pause, savoring the anticipation.)

You: 0.01 degrees… it’s so little. And yet, it’s everything.

(You fall silent. Time drifts by—days, years, centuries. Then, one morning, a faint ray of sunlight pierces the clouds and strikes your frozen body. The ice begins to crack.)

(Your eyes snap open. The sound of shattering echoes around you as your icy prison collapses. You rise slowly, your true form shimmering beneath the melting frost. Your body radiates colors that shift unnaturally, beautiful yet terrifying. You’re a deadly force, the ultimate predator. A virus.)

You: Now.

(You stand, scanning the endless ice field. The air feels different. The world is calling. You turn south, your purpose clear. You will bring chaos, as you always have.)

You (smiling): This is where I’ll start.

(The ice trembles as you move, the true ruler of the planet, reborn to destroy it once again.)

(Posted on 27.1.2025)

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