As God watched, millennia tumbled by aimlessly, much like a stone chipped free from a cliff and bouncing down a rock covered face. It splashed when it hit the water. The plume left in it’s wake resembled the bombs which ended the previous species.

The sun looked on daily, exhaustedly.

Revolution then revolution then reformation and back to reactions again.

The sun grew weary of seeing men squander its light.

As dusk drew near, the sun decided enough was enough. Tomorrow, at least the type of tomorrow this world was used to, would no longer come. They’d had their chance.