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Heir of the Quieted Earth

By the Crest of Dawn, I Speak

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By the Crest of Dawn, I Speak
Heir of the Quieted Earth
By: Naked an Afraid (Jinjing-Yu Wu)

This book is a collection of stories and poems written from the perspective and experiences of the nomadic wonder Jinjing-Yu. Her journey across the silent dome once known as Earth, now called AfterHallow. Humans on Earth died out rapidly some 32,000 years ago. A plague that swept the globe left no corner untouched, and no cure in reach. As fear overtook reason, humanity turned to desperation. In their final days, scientists developed a radical genetic therapy treatment meant to halt the spread—perhaps even reverse it. But they moved too quickly. The cure mutated. It didn't save them.

Instead, it accelerated their fall.

Within a year, the last remnants of human civilization were swallowed by silence. Cities decayed. Satellites blinked out and fell. Their monuments became tombstones beneath drifting sand and jungle rot.

But death, it seems, was not the end.

Though the humans vanished, the cure did not. Seeping into ecosystems, binding to cells and seeds, it found new hosts: the animals. Over the span of roughly thirty thousand years—an eyeblink in geologic time—creatures began to change. First in mind, then in form. Language bloomed in the throats of beasts. They stood. They built. They remembered—if not the humans themselves, then the haunted shadows of what once was.

Among the new inhabitants of Earth, the collapse of humanity is remembered as The Hallowing—a sacred and sorrowful turning. Not quite a tragedy, not quite a myth. A wound in time, and a whispering threshold. For some, it marks the price of hubris; for others, the moment the world was freed to dream again. Ruins are treated not with fear, but reverence. To walk among the bones of the old world is to walk through a cathedral of ghosts.

This collection of stories and poems arises from that world—AfterHallow—a name whispered by winds that wander empty cities, and by the feet of those who still roam them. It is told through the eyes of Jinjing-Yu, nomad and witness, walking across the bones of the preterite age, searching for meaning, memory, and the soft beating heart of the past undiscovered.



Jinjing-Yu is created and owned by
tchaikovsky2
tchaikovsky2

These stories are a fan creation by my self to give additional life to the world Jinjing-Yu lives in. These stories and poems will only be speculation to the nature of that world Jinjing-Yu and Others live in. None of these will be fact or 100% accurate unless said so by tchaikovsky2 them self's.

Tchaikovsky2 holds all control and rights of there characters .

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