Lonomia Pestilence

The scavengers emerge from the caves with trepidation to observe a new dawn

They wander the empty streets once considered beyond the pale and make their homes in the husks we left behind

With the balance restored, they lead their young to prosperity

The valleys reverberate with their song and calls and so they return to a time once lost where they all have a place in the system

The decomposers begin their work to enliven the soils

All of our creations frozen like they were suspended in time

But the Lonomia, a vestige of the hellish chapter, takes root in the blooming plains

Their sufferers hemorrhaging and collapsing at their touch, with nothing to deter their spread

Their affliction has no motive, they just exist to bring a pestilence

Many are bound to make the same mistakes and they are left to putrefy

The world adapts and continues on its orbit, but there it waits to effectuate more change