Finally, her time had come. This moment had been building for centuries. Cyra had been waiting, coiled like a spring, ready to burst forth and ignite the earth. For each decade that lifes light dimmed, she tensed further, watching, waiting.
An age of darkness had befallen the earth, the greed of the few had corrupted, the minds of the many. Each step towards technology was a step away from humanity. Inevitably, the fragile house of cards built on the broken backs of men had crashed, crushing everyone beneath it.
Sparking off a new age, one of light and love, compassion and forgiving. But also of strength.
Cyra was ready.