There was no one to feel the blast, to bend under the pressure wave or see the glass turn to powder in the window frames, the bricks vapourise beyond dust.
No one was there when the tsunamis hit, dissolving what remained of the houses and factories, the schools and churches, washing the land clean of man.
Everyone from the blue green planet was strapped inside their metal pods, breathing recycled air, drinking recycled water, flying to new worlds burning under new suns.
Some would always yearn for the old life, but all that was left of home now were stories, myths of warm oceans and blue skies. And soon even they vanished like a distant star winking into darkness.