Day Eight Hundred Seventy Nine #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

None of us sat idly by waiting for our rumored expulsion from the city. We each had more than enough to do.

Meesa continued to improve communications over the fragile network of individuals.

Elijah continued a round of meetings in which he did more instruction than any other activity. He also deputized Jezer to travel to our future hiding place and come up with multiple routes for our people to migrate there.

I am trying to help anyway I can. Helping in turn Meesa or Elijah.

And in going to and fro, I was saddened by visions of the destruction soon to be visited upon the city. Visions in which the sounds of construction will be stilled, replaced with weeping.

Day Two Hundred Eighteen Late Morning #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Lyle writes:

Wakened out of a sound sleep by a thunderous explosion. I stood and looked up towards the moon. It appeared to be weeping. Flaming objects filled the sky, falling to the horizon.

Then I did wake up and realized it was all a dream.