Gu Tao had a dream, a very bizarre dream. He dreamt that he woke up, opened the door, and saw a lush greenery. The city was buried deep within the forest by vines. Humanity's every act had weathered into the dust with time; even glass had returned to nature's embrace. The earth was brimming with the breath of life, yet there were no traces of civilization, and even the fiercest animals in the forest no longer recognized a creature like him.
He looked up at the starry sky and confirmed the time through the stars: two hundred thousand years.
Two hundred thousand years is a long time for humanity, but for Earth, it's just an inconspicuous little tributary in the long river of time. Human civilization at its longest has only been ten thousand years, and everything born in that ten thousand years had been mercilessly weathered by time into memories invisible to the naked eye.
