Now we live in the empty sea. In the domes on the seabed. Nothing here but us folks, hiding from the topside burn. Everything else down here is dead. Fish. Plants. Little things that eat the dead things. None of that anymore. Now it’s just us.
Oh, and the coelacanth. There is still the coelacanth. It comes by, its scales a deep blue. Its eyes, empty. It swims slowly, as if lost in deep thought.
Does it know what we did? Sometimes, it feels like it’s waiting. But for what?
They say the coelacanth will always be here. I hope so.