• She stared out of her crystalline snow frosted window. The window had shown her many a wondrous places and things in the past four years, just not today. Today it showed her the depth of human ignorance and loss. Before her eyes, eyes that had seen worlds in full glory, lay a desolate wasteland. In the wasteland, a pallid grey plane scattered with debris, laid innocent children's toys, broken phones and a stray hat torn to pieces by the savage winds that ripped through it. The image of this land, this terrifyingly lonely place of non-existence, brought glimmering diamond tears to her deep sapphire eyes. As the tears escaped from the corners of her eyes, to run down her fair skinned cheeks, she closed her eyes and turned away from the window. Drawing in a deep breath of mechanized, processed air, her eyes opened to see the interior of her holding chamber. The chamber she inhabited was so unlike the view that the window portrayed, as it was filled with tanks and cages that held marvelous creatures and plants from all over. She'd acquired them all throughout her various travels. Four years now in a spacious, reality defying device that allowed her to travel far and wide. But, to arrive to an alternate version of a vibrantly vivid and thriving world; one that was entirely dull and lifeless, was extremely saddening. What had the people who once lived here done to their home? Had they left their home in search of hope, or were they overwhelmed with grief and despair, dying out alongside their planet? These questions floated through her mind as if on a cool summer breeze, but they did not dissipate even as she walked to a control center in the middle of the room. Her hands rose to graze over the odd glowing buttons on the mechanism, before lightly tapping in coordinates to some where nicer. Anything to get away from this bleak land known as Earth in the year 4729, even if it was in a parallel space making it entirely different from the first known Earth. Where the first and second Earths had diverged in their paths more than two thousand years ago was something of a mystery. When the first Earth chose to "Go Green", the second Earth had stopped contacting the rest of the universe entirely. As she left the physical space and time around Second Earth, she left a note for any others like herself to guard their psyches when nearing the planet. For its desolation had an aura of despair that could catch many unaware, leaving them scarred for all time. She turned away from the console and back towards the window to take a last lingering look at the barren landscape as it slowly began to fade from her physical view. That image of Second Earth would be forever imprinted on her mind, but she pushed it to the furthest recesses in the back of her psyche, so she could focus on the new adventures that awaited her. She'd never doubt that she'd return to Second Earth, but she would definitely never return to the planet during the year 4729. Maybe she would come back to it in the early 2100's before communication had been lost. It'd been said, that at that time Second Earth was a metropolis of glass and metal, something to truly see. Until then, she would go on in her life, a message that would be passed on for generations to come.