Could it be true? Could it really, possibly, be true? The people of the small city knew that something was a foot. They could sense it in the air that the atmosphere, their atmosphere, was shattering. The window that enclosed their lives and kept all peaceful and unharmed, was beginning to shatter. The window over their city that made their lives what they were, was fading away every second.
Shattered particles floated through the air of the city, causing the people to choke on their own air. The people soon began to suffer; each passing second becoming more and more unbearable for the folk of the small city. Each time they looked up, tears came to their eyes as they saw the window as it faded with each missing particle. What could they do? Hope began to mean little to the folk as the outside carbon dioxide began to enter their lives. It was far different from their own, and very hard to breathe in. Soon, their only sources began to dry up or die.
The city of the once peaceful, happy folk began to come to its fatal ends. The window that use to cover their lives with beauty and peace also began to come to an end, unable to protect the lives of the city folk any longer.
Soon, all went dark. There was no time to give grief, there was no remorse, it was only death.
The city of the once protected folk had lived their lives, and in doing so, payed the price.