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Day 326 The world we know is the topper-most crust on a layer cake of incremental human failure. Throughout it's layers is a story missing more chapters than it likes to admit. We only know the old cities and civilians if they cared enough to bury themselves. Those that are missing? Dust between sheets of millennia. Will there be enough dirt left to bury us? This network of the frightened. Any day above ground may well be our last. Return again, sweet civilization, come back down to earth.