Earthlings used to worship me.
Over the years, worship morphed into exploitation and contamination.
I used to flow about in abundance, clear as the blue sky.
Now I’m reduced to hiding in the deepest, darkest pits to save myself.
I used to be called water,
Now they call me liquid gold.
This post was written in response to the Twittering Tale #111 photo prompt. The challenge is to tell a story based on the given photo prompt in 280 characters or less. Please visit the link to know more about this challenge.
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