In the dark endless void, among dust of the stars. Slammed by rock and ice, with ingredients on par. The deep blue abyss where replication took root, a miracle some say, but the seedlings still grew. It branched out in the sea, in spite of fire and freeze. With sunlight to succeed it created air to breathe. Changing all from before, now it can be much more. An explosion gave way, a backbone was here. Complexity arrived but competition was fierce The tree of life survives the changes of time, few branches adapt but multitudes die. Rising from demise remaining branches grow. Infinite forms they’ll come in, but the process is slow. From the sea to dry land and into the sky, they grew legs that can walk and wings that will fly. But a deep threat was looming, volcanic in nature. The great dying was coming from which they’ll barely recover. The tree of life survives the changes of time, few branches adapt but multitudes die. Rising from demise remaining branches grow. Infinite forms they’ll come in, but the process is slow. Humbly from ashes a great dynasty will rise, some grew into titans but were doomed to demise. The apocalypse not from here, the deep void was the source. But a branch would live on, avian legacy of course. The tree of life survives the changes of time, few branches adapt but multitudes die. Rising from demise remaining branches grow. Infinite forms they’ll come in, but the process is slow. A new apex stood up with no claws or fur, with a pair of free hands they subdued the earth. With fire and tools, all challenges they faced, harness the power of nature or blast off into space. But destruction follows them ‘cause ancient instincts reside. What can save them from themselves? Refusing to change makes them die. The tree of life survives the changes of time, few branches adapt but multitudes die. Rising from demise remaining branches grow. Infinite forms they’ll come in, but the process is slow.
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