It was the year 3050, and the world had become a dystopian wasteland. The skies were a deep shade of crimson, the air was toxic, and the people were numb. But in the midst of this chaos, a group of prophets had emerged, claiming to have foresight into the future.
Their prophecies were always dire: "The skies will burn, the seas will boil, and the humans will become extinct!" But little did they know, their predictions were merely a manifestation of their own existential dread.
And so, the people of 3050 lived in fear of the prophets, who were always one step ahead in their doom-filled predictions. But I, a brave soul, decided to take a step back, and question the prophets' motives.
Was their foresight a genuine gift, or a clever ploy to control the masses?
Essay 2: The Prophecy of the Prophets