All that will be left is a grain of sand, a particle of dust, or not even that.
From that build up a new kingdom, glorious and full, or not even that.
Oceans, rivers, lakes, sun and moons, deserts, forests, flowers, scents, animals of the sky, land, water and fire...or not even that.
Survive, create, rebuild, change, or nothing of that.
The wave is coming, at last.