A World Forgotten

The alien watched in horror and sadness as it surveyed the ruins of the once great human city. The devastation was beyond anything it had ever witnessed before. It struggled to comprehend the choices that led to such destruction. How could a civilization with such potential destroy itself over something as insignificant as a plot of land?

As it floated in the air, the alien looked down at the twisted metal and concrete rubble. It wondered how a species with so much potential for greatness could succumb to such destructive behavior. The alien's mind raced as it tried to understand the events that led to this catastrophic event.

The alien knew that humans were capable of amazing things. They had created incredible works of art, developed advanced technology, and even landed on the moon. Yet, they had also created weapons of mass destruction and fought endless wars.

The alien's heart ached as it contemplated the possibilities of what could have been. What if humans had worked together to solve their problems instead of destroying each other? What if they had used their intelligence and creativity to create a better future for themselves and for the planet they inhabited?

The alien couldn't help but wonder what had gone wrong. It searched through the debris, looking for any clues that could help it make sense of the tragedy. But it found nothing that could explain the utter devastation that lay before it.

As it floated there, the alien felt a profound sense of sadness and despair. It knew that the city would never be the same again. It would never be home to the millions of people who once lived there. The alien would always carry with it a sense of wonder and regret about what could have been, and what had been lost.