Humanity is falling... Falling...
Fallen.
Invaded, perhaps, but this isn't the cause. Aliens and monsters came years later, decades after the last normal human breathed their last sigh. Yes, normalcy... a concept many created, just like the concept of equality.
You see, I am the last human. I am eternal. Not by choice, of course, but curses are interesting. To never die until you find love... but to never feel until your final moments... two separate curses that clash entirely. This clash brought upon me my immortality.
I have long forgotten my name, my age, my family... and I have long ceased to feel. Emotions... feelings... all concepts pointless to hold on to. Aliens speak a language foreign to me, and monsters can not pierce my immortality. A shame... I don't keep a standard journal, as paper was lost decades ago, along with humanity. My humanity was gone before that.
What is there to do, you may wonder... Nothing. Drawing, perhaps, but there's nothing to draw on now. Trees have overtaken buildings, and they regenerate damage. A sad truth, you may note. The Earth grew stronger when humans fell. Back in 2023... after the pandemic... it was brought up, Global Warming, but not a focus.
Humans would be around if they weren't so greedy.
- Selene Power, Accursed, 3059