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I am not a prophet. I am not the Messiah. I happened to be in the right place at the right time: A wormhole opened up near my home on May 7th, 2029. Or what was left of my home. The world was basically destroyed on April 20th of that year. I was surviving on grass and roots when, as if risen, the wormhole appeared, and though I do not take my transportation here as a sign of God's existence, I do believe I was sent back to prevent the apocalypse.
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