I couldn’t sleep, my eyes staring blankly up into the stars, thinking. We couldn’t communicate with anyone, not anymore, now that we knew what we were actually up against. They came raining down on us two years ago now, big, black lumps of...things. We thought the world was ending. The priests suggested worshiping them but that just meant we had to get up close. Bad idea. Then we noticed the only thing that didn’t resolve to ashes the moment it touched the ground was the flowers. They were just blossoming. Nature covered everywhere, never dying no matter how hard we tried. So we investigated and found out. But our answer turned out to be a Question. Why? Why? Forever their whispering, driving everyone to insanity. They were tearing us apart. Now we’re all in separate tribes, never speaking, fighting silently among ourselves. That’s what the world is now. Silence. Total and utter never-ending silence. Apart from the maddening whisper in the background. Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why……………..