"Gather your tools and your manuscripts!" The woman stood on the stage while the volcano grumbled behind her. Ash shot cloud-like into the sky. A small river of lava snaked its way toward them.
The ground gave a violent twist and brought down a few walls.
"To the ships! Gather your families and get to the ships!"
They'd grown used to listening to Gaia over the years, and they did as she ordered.
Gaia walked alone through the abandoned city. The echoes of the inhabitants were already fading – but she had sent out the people. They would not forget Atlantis.
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