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The fox looked over the once peaceful city and could not believe what had happened. The trees were barren, the monumental buildings gone, no trace of the trails he had travelled on so many times. All that was left was a vast meadow of what appeared to be scorched soil.  Devastated, the fox continued to wander the remains of his home looking for survivors. Suddenly, he heard a noise. It was faint, but it filled him with hope. 

“Who’s there?” the fox said. No answer. 

The fox continued walking until he heard it again. Louder this time. 

“Chameleon” the voice said, but again, the fox couldn’t hear it properly. 

“Who are you?”

“Chameleon” said the voice in a feeble whisper. 

“Where are you?” 

“I am everywhere” said the voice.

“What happened to our home? Where is everyone?”

“Everything is gone. The world as we once knew it will no longer be. All that remains is you and she who destroyed it”

“What shall I do?’

“Go to the source of all creation and look within” said the voice and disappeared. 

The fox, confused, sat under what was left of a once magnificent oak tree. 

“Ah! So this is the beginning of the end. When there is no one left but me what will become of my home?” he exclaimed. The fox laid under the oak tree and thought about what the voice had said. He did not know where the source of all creation was. 

After some time, the fox decided it was time to continue on his journey. He walked for days, looking for something he didn’t know. After the tenth day, the fox arrived by a small pond. It seemed to be the only thing that was not destroyed. He looked in it, and saw his reflection and what appeared to be the face of a lizard behind him. The fox turned around, worried he might be going mad, and looked for the creature. It was nowhere to be seen. He went to the pond again and looked at the water. He saw his reflection again, but there was some movement next to his face. It was blurry, but he could make out two eyes gleaming brightly. As the image came into focus, the fox saw the lizard again. It was coming from the water. 

“Who are you?” the fox said

“We’ve met before. I am Chameleon. You have made it to the source. Look within, it is the only way to save all that has been broken.”

The fox looked into the pond again, searching for answers to make sense of what the voice had said. Suddenly, his eyes locked on what seemed to be Chameleon’s eyes. They gleamed and glimmered in the sunlight and the ripples of the water. The fox felt as though time had gone still. There was a moment of silence followed by a big explosion. 

The fox woke up under a lush oak tree. Not for the first or last time, he did not remember the beginning or end of the world.