The Quiet, At Last

The quiet I craved has come, finally. My world is buried in white, blinding white. The winds I sent have ceased and it has brought me peace. It is done.

Those creatures, the ones who dared to challenge my dominion, are gone now. They stood on their hind legs, covered My land with their machines and towers. And they multiplied, until they stacked up in their towers. They thought themselves gods, and even sought to control Me.

That was their final offense. I took it no more. I sent the storms to tear down their towers. I sent the water to destroy their machines. Some of them took to the ocean to escape My wrath. I sent the hurricanes to take them to their watery graves.

Serene is My world without the creatures who offended Me. After I destroyed their 'civilization', I covered My lands with rain. I washed away their carcasses and the remains of their machines. Then, My beautiful, cold snow I sent to freeze the world. Soon I will send the glaciers to wipe the land clean. They will crush what is left, and return it to the dust. My little friends who were prepared for the utter cold will hibernate until My world is clean.

Miles deep is the snow I dropped over the entire world, to entomb whomever might have remained in the bitter cold of eternal winter. Only this has given me peace. The peace of an Earth free from the machinations of Man.