In the year 2867, nothing took place as there was no one left to perceive an event or occurrence, however large or small to document, eyewitness, testify to God above.
Yet, this is not to say, there was no life; earth remained resilient after people arguably couldn't control climate; resulting in a world without humans.
2867 was a year welcomed by all planetary species, welcomed and hailed as a new beginning, even with people gone, the trees soon thrived, nourished by natural development the forests took over former cities, yes, inhabited lands now deserted.
Enchanted forests grew out of control in the year 2867, given that people weren't there to cut down huge swathes of timberland, the trees started to communicate with the stars above.
Stars shined brighter, city lights disappeared in the year 2867, xenophobia killed all the humans, the trees felt great sorrow but could now breathe, yes breathe a sigh of joy, the trees were free.
Since the last extinction, humans tried hard, ever so hard to stay a vital force, virtually absent towards the end, entropy was a myth, the parasites now wiped out completely, the trees survived.
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