Ants walking on rock-hardened ground, the sun burning their
string-like feet with it's heat.
Walking everywhere, you'd think they were the only creatures
on earth left to habitate here.
Until a black shadow comes, hesitates in the air for a fraction
of a second, then crashes down upon the ant's back, and it
is no more upon this earth, for humans live here too!
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