We flourished We lived together in harmony. Glistening trees filled with leaves, flowers, and fruits. The softest, greenest grass once covered the ground, warm air filled the sky, and people used to play outside in the sunshine. All things that are foreign to me. This was before the virus. Fueled by warmth and spread by touch, it took many of us those years. We escaped to where the virus could not A cold, wasteland called Eucrista. But what if everything is a lie?