[ WP ] You are tasked with conducting the funeral of the human race .

No one will know. No one knows I'm here to say goodbye, but its fitting for a funeral: the ocean. I close my eyes and remember the ocean as it was, not a black cesspool of murk and filth. I see salty water splashing on the shores, waves that are pushed by an unseen powerful force of nature. Shapes that are beautiful and quickly transformed to small frothy bubbles on the sand. The water almost reaches my toes before I jump away. People walked on this beach, when this beach was alive with laughter and sun. Now, the stagnant sea water holds its shape. No waves grace the sand. No sun holds the twinkle of a girls eyes. Everyone is gone, everything is dead. This is humanities funeral. There is no breeze to scatter the ashes. There are no tears to bury the very existence of life, but mine. I scatter my tears for life and and the very existence of love and walk into the sea.
