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๐๐ค๐ ๐๐ฃ๐ฉ๐ง๐ฎโ๐ฃ๐ค. 111, ๐ผ๐ฅ๐ง๐๐ก 24๐ฉ๐, 2063. ๐๐ช๐๐๐๐๐ฉ: ๐๐ช๐ฃ๐ ๐รก๐ฃ๐๐๐๐ฏ. ๐พ๐ค๐ข๐ข๐๐ฃ๐๐๐ ๐ง๐๐๐ค๐ง๐๐๐ฃ๐โฆ
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๐๐ค๐ ๐๐ฃ๐ฉ๐ง๐ฎโ๐ฃ๐ค. 1, ๐ ๐๐ฃ๐ช๐๐ง๐ฎ 4๐ฉ๐, 2063. ๐๐ช๐๐๐๐๐ฉ: ๐ฟ๐ง. ๐๐ช๐ฃ๐ ๐รก๐ฃ๐๐๐๐ฏ. ๐พ๐ค๐ข๐ข๐๐ฃ๐๐๐ ๐ง๐๐๐ค๐ง๐๐๐ฃ๐โฆ
This morning, a solar eclipse that should have lasted for a brief duration, persisted throughout the day. As I speak, the southern hemisphere is shrouded in complete darkness. From our headquarters, a crescent sun sits stubbornly in the sky. Itโs clear this isnโt a normal eclipse. The moon, defying astronomical laws, has halted its orbit. It casts an eerie shadow over the spinning planet. I've never witnessed anything like it. While the general populace marveled at this rare astronomical spectacle, unease has settled over the lab. Dr. Hugo has tasked me with assembling a team to investigate this anomaly, recognizing its potential implications. What lies ahead may still be unknown, but something tells me the eclipse has triggered a countdown to something catastrophic.
๐๐ค๐ ๐๐ฃ๐ฉ๐ง๐ฎโ๐ฃ๐ค. 24, ๐ ๐๐ฃ๐ช๐๐ง๐ฎ 27๐ฉ๐, 2063. ๐๐ช๐๐๐๐๐ฉ: ๐ฟ๐ง. ๐๐ช๐ฃ๐ ๐รก๐ฃ๐๐๐๐ฏ. ๐พ๐ค๐ข๐ข๐๐ฃ๐๐๐ ๐ง๐๐๐ค๐ง๐๐๐ฃ๐โฆ
It's been weeks since the moon kept its agenda of completely occluding the sun. Life on Earth hasnโt been normal ever since and will only continue to get worse as we know it. Temperatures have plummeted; signs of the impending apocalypse will eventually pop up one after another. Crop yields will decline, animal populations will dwindle, human health will deteriorate. The nights getting progressively longer have already taken a severe toll on the mental well-being of many as diagnoses of seasonal affective disorders soar dramatically. All these barely scratches the surface. The government, in an attempt to quell public panic, has suppressed our findings, disseminating false assurances of normalcy. We operate in a clandestine manner, and our knowledge remains a burdening secret that comes at the price of our continued existence.
๐๐ค๐ ๐๐ฃ๐ฉ๐ง๐ฎโ๐ฃ๐ค. 49, ๐๐๐๐ง๐ช๐๐ง๐ฎ 21๐ฉ๐, 2063. ๐๐ช๐๐๐๐๐ฉ: ๐ฟ๐ง. ๐รก๐ฃ๐๐๐๐ฏ. ๐พ๐ค๐ข๐ข๐๐ฃ๐๐๐ ๐ง๐๐๐ค๐ง๐๐๐ฃ๐โฆ
Over a month has gone by, the truth can longer be hidden from the public. Panic has gripped the population as the effects of the moonโs wrath become increasingly apparent. The nights arenโt only getting longer, but darker. The eclipseโs shadow is getting bigger, now covering a huge extent of the Earthโs surface. As of recording, a third of the population have already met their early demise. Starvation, Hypothermia, Suicideโฆ The world is collapsing. Currently, our research indicates a correlation between the moon's abnormal proximity to Earth and the escalating crisis. The moon's gravitational pull is exerting an unprecedented influence on our planet, destabilizing ecosystems and inducing widespread malaise. Simply put, the moon is heading towards us. The team is now desperately looking for an escape from the collision.
๐๐ค๐ ๐๐ฃ๐ฉ๐ง๐ฎโ๐ฃ๐ค. 72, ๐๐๐ง๐๐ 16๐ฉ๐, 2063. ๐๐ช๐๐๐๐๐ฉ: ๐๐ช๐ฃ๐ ๐รก๐ฃ๐๐๐๐ฏ. ๐พ๐ค๐ข๐ข๐๐ฃ๐๐๐ ๐ง๐๐๐ค๐ง๐๐๐ฃ๐โฆ
Our investigations have now reached a grim conclusion: the Earth is on an irreversible path towards extinction. Itโs been seventy-two days since the monumental solar eclipse, followed by the moon's relentless advance. These dire phenomena, coupled with its catastrophic consequences, render any hope of survival futile. Before the moon could even reach the peak of Mt. Everest, 90% of the population would have been withered to oblivion. The human race, along with all terrestrial life, is destined for annihilation. My role has shifted from a researcher to a chronicler of the apocalypse. Iโve lived a full life, but in truth, Iโve sacrificed everything for my work. My daughters have been denied the love they deserved because of my obsession with researchโฆ From this moment, I dedicate my remaining days to them. Our calculations are final: 39 days until the world ends end end end end end end end end end end end end end end end end end end end end end end end end end end end end end end end end end end end end endฤฑlฤฑฤฑlฤฑฤฑlฤฑฤฑlฤฑฤฑlฤฑฤฑlฤฑฤฑlฤฑฤฑlฤฑฤฑlฤฑฤฑlฤฑฤฑlฤฑฤฑlฤฑฤฑlฤฑฤฑlฤฑฤฑlฤฑฤฑlฤฑฤฑlฤฑฤฑlฤฑฤฑlฤฑฤฑlฤฑฤฑlฤฑฤฑlฤฑฤฑlฤฑฤฑlฤฑฤฑlฤฑฤฑlฤฑฤฑlฤฑฤฑlฤฑฤฑlฤฑฤฑlฤฑฤฑl
๐๐ค๐ ๐๐ฃ๐ฉ๐ง๐ฎโ๐ฃ๐ค. 111, ๐ผ๐ฅ๐ง๐๐ก 24๐ฉ๐, 2063. ๐๐ช๐๐๐๐๐ฉ: ๐๐ช๐ฃ๐ ๐รก๐ฃ๐๐๐๐ฏ. ๐พ๐ค๐ข๐ข๐๐ฃ๐๐๐ ๐ง๐๐๐ค๐ง๐๐๐ฃ๐โฆ
My family and I have retreated to an underground bunker, a desperate attempt to prolong our lives. Despite the earthquakes and constant flooding, we managed to get by. But now, the world above has turned into a desolate wasteland. As of recording, the moon continues with its march towards destruction, soon making contact with Earth. It feels like just yesterday we were gazing up at it in wonder. Now, it's our executioner. Butโฆ I'm accepting what's coming.
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