The Summer Morning

The day was as fresh as growing grass can make it, with fast-flying clouds and the unsure fluttering of moths around. This day was made by the silence of bees, flowers, the ocean, and the earth. But this silence wasn’t ordinary quiet—no, it was a play of motion, of trembling, of flashing, of swelling, rising and falling, where each thing kept to its own hour and rhythm. As usual, the Sun shone gently, as it had shone before and will always shine in the future; the ocean fought the shore as tirelessly as ever, and over everything above, the mountains watched with arrogant disdain. All in all, everything as usual. An ordinary new, living day on Earth. Only there were no people there anymore. Not at all. There were only three left—he, she, and their seven-year-old son. Just one morning, waking up, they found that all people had disappeared...

They just… wished it. And Earth was given a second chance—but without people, without humankind.

But… if you wish for joy and peace only for yourself, then not only around you, but also within your soul, a desert will form…