It was a barren windy day as he awoke from his sleep. He got up and popped his head out to look around. She hadn't come. No one had come. There was no way for anyone to come. She was just a myth, a legend of a race long gone. His race. His parents had been the last to survive. They hatched him and his sisters. They all left years ago, never seen again, presumed dead. He looked up at the sky at the colorful floating objects that he had always known, but they were new. His parents used to tell of a time when the land was lush and fertile. When plants grew in abundance across the plains of this planet, but that was long ago. When he was born, it had already happened. One day, not so far in the past, the first hole had sprung up, releasing a bright bulb. They had all looked up in amazement. They praised the bulb as a gift from Skaia, but it brought the worst. Gas rose up from the hole and the many that came after it. It killed everything, the plants, and the creatures on this planet. Helium. He heard a rustle. He turned around and saw…