We cannot breathe
Abel writes this in his diary found after his death: "Monday. This morning, the air was the color of the devil. Children, gatherers, hunters, elders, newborns, fathers, birds, all died of suffocation. I don't know how I survived."
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I dreamed that the god Aondo took me above the corpses, above the canopy. I saw the bodies twisted by convulsions, our huts destroyed, the factories and their deadly fumes rising up while our dead were not even buried. Aondo held me in his arms, laughing, and then set me down at the foot of a rainbow.
Since Abel was alone in the world, he was wary of the hungry men. Skillful and cunning, he escaped all their traps. He slept in holes, hidden under thick foliage. He spent his days in the trees, eating fruit and looking at the void.