Just before dawn, Milo and Miriam sat side by side at the top of the tallest building in Stronghold 88 and waited for the sunrise.
“Milo, what was the world like before The Cataclysm? What did people eat?”
“There wasn’t much of a difference in the kind of food we had compared to now. There was rice, noodles, hot pot, and tofu stew, and we could have them whenever we wanted. Back in that era, supplies were much more abundant than now, and very few people would starve to death in these lands.”
“They could eat anything they wanted?”
“Something like that. They could even get to eat large cherries and bananas grown in faraway places.”
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