The Horde

The morning is quiet as the last visible traces of the Doom fade into the morning. The ashes, now buried beneath the earth give rise to the beasts, who crawled to the surface and wandered off. Yet it is not an aimless wander, though their movements may be random, two things are clear, they never go to the same place twice, and they naturally gather together.

 Years pass: the horde is now an endless crowd of nightmarish creatures, who make no sound other than the crushing of grasses below their feet. The world is quiet, The Horde the only noise that can now be heard in the vast expanse. Where The Horde goes, the grass slumbers, the dirt packs together, the world becomes even quieter.

Centuries pass: The Horde combines into one large beast - its name is The Horde. It walks less often and decides that it's time to sleep.

Years pass: The entire world has been visited, The Horde fades into a mountain of ashes.

Many more eons pass: The ashes harden. The grass lengthens, now living upon a sea of hardened dirt.    Remnants of the Doom awaken, and see their new home, and sing at their fortune. They make their home on the mountain, and tell stories of the miracle that gave them a second chance.