The Doomsday Archivist

Time passed in a blur of focused labor. Before Elora even realized it, every garden bed had been meticulously planted with seeds. Her arms ached from the sustained effort. She dropped her exhausted body straight onto the soft, freshly turned ground. Reaching into her space, she pulled out a bottle of ice-cold mineral water. Condensation dripped down the clear plastic as she uncapped it and took a