It is the distant future. The floor finally turned to lava, as foretold. Isolated pockets of humanity survive on couches, tables, chairs, and in clusters on hot air balloons and blimps. You are a village elder telling a youngling the tale of how the world became like this.
by /u/Aquareon in /r/WritingPrompts
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