The acid rains have stopped. We now have plants again, since the rain is clean. We still have to filter out the heavy metals before drinking the stuff…but now we can collect the rain water for washing.
Many ruins remain to testify to the ancient’s building powers. Poor burnt out things; sometimes you’ll find doors opening onto thin air.
Our wise ones, the poets saved many books and seeds from the fanatic’s fires, we can read and have dictionaries. After the burnings, we, their descendents, returned from hiding; the fanatics were gone.
May all thanks be raised to Gaia.