Once, there was a doctor named Elia, whose heart was filled with an unquenchable desire to heal. From the smallest child with a fever to the most grievous of wounds, he dedicated his life to saving others. His clinic was a sanctuary where hope blossomed amidst despair, and his hands never hesitated to reach out in compassion. As years passed, a mysterious plague spread across the world—an unseen enemy that spared no one. Elia worked tirelessly, day and night, pouring his energy into finding a cure. His efforts were relentless; he sacrificed sleep, comfort, and his own well-being, determined to stem the tide of suffering.
Slowly, the world grew emptier. Patients dwindled as the disease claimed more lives. Governments and hospitals fell silent, their staff succumbing or fleeing in despair. Elias, driven by love for humanity, persisted even when it seemed hopeless. Yet, despite his best efforts, the disease was relentless. One by one, those around him fell silent—friends, colleagues, patients—all gone. Eventually, Elia found himself alone in a world that had turned cold and silent. The streets were deserted, and the voices of the sick and suffering had faded into a haunting silence.
Elia realised the tragic truth in his solitude: in his unwavering pursuit of saving everyone, he had overlooked the cost. His relentless hope had become a lonely vigil—an act of love that ultimately left him isolated. Now, the last healer standing amidst a silent world, Elia sat in his empty clinic, his heart heavy with grief and longing. He had saved many, but at the cost of his own humanity. In the end, he understood that even the greatest healer could not mend a world that had lost its soul.
Lazarus Carpenter - Author 