A celestial Conspiracy

So this story answers some questions scientists couldn't explain or come up with. I through in a little fiction in there but I use real-world details. Its a celestial Conspiracy and an easy read.

Mars was once a planet very much like Earth�"a world of cities, industries, trade, and culture. Its inhabitants lived lives strikingly similar to those on Earth today, blissfully unaware of the darker forces at play. They had no inkling that beneath the surface of their everyday lives, a slow and insidious plot was unfolding, one that would ultimately bring their planet to its knees.

A brilliant, white moon loomed in the Martian sky, seemingly benign and ever watchful. The Martians never suspected that this celestial body was anything other than a natural satellite. In truth, it was a machine, an ancient construction designed for a purpose far removed from their daily concerns. Alien visitors, deeply entwined in their media and politics, also posing as traders in search of precious metals, had long been siphoning Mars' resources. Using advanced technology, they vaporized the metals, rendering them invisible to the public eye. This allowed them to slip away undetected, gathering at the dark side of the moon where they stored their supposedly fair-gotten gains, which would later be dispatched as asteroids of precious metals toward a distant planet called Nibiru. Upon arrival, these metals would be vaporized in Nibiru's atmosphere�"a fate that aligned perfectly with the Anunnaki's grand design.

Slowly, the planet’s environment began to change. Mars’ oceans, once vast and vibrant, grew increasingly acidic, their delicate balance disrupted by the loss of precious metals and from the influence of the unknown alien visitors disguised as politicians and everyday people's pollution. The Martians, intelligent and resourceful, noticed the changes as industries faltered and cities struggled to adapt. They saw the telltale signs of environmental catastrophe: their oceans turning toxic and strange storms ravaging their world. In the most polluted regions, sideways red lightning appeared�"a bizarre phenomenon that slashed horizontally through the air, defying the laws of known nature.

This was not merely a cosmic coincidence. The Martians had microwaved their planet on a global scale, effectively vaporizing their oceans, with little atmosphere and the loss of their magnetic field. Yet, the most unsettling realization came too late. The very moon that had always hung above them, seemingly inert, had catalyzed their planet's downfall. As Mars’ atmosphere began to collapse and its oceans evaporated into the sky, the moon came to life. Then, the moon began to turn, and its surface morphed and changed, showing a propulsion system that resembled a ripple in a pond. The moon broke free from Mars’ gravitational pull, carrying with it the vaporized oceans now a ghostly shroud of water vapor clinging to its gravity.

What the aliens controlling the spherical craft had not anticipated was that the moon moving to its new target created a current that the vaporized oceans followed. The delicate balance they had disrupted on Mars now threatened to spread to another planet. As the moon set its course for Earth, dragging the remnants of Mars' oceans in its wake, it would not be enough to simply repeat their actions due to the extra amount of water. The aliens would need to do more to achieve the same devastation they had unleashed on Mars.

On Earth, though few could have anticipated the cosmic forces at work. In the ancient past, Earth had been enveloped in a pale purple fog�"the firmament�"that protected early humans from the sun's radiation, allowing them to live for hundreds of years. But with the arrival of the moon, everything changed.

One night, in the darkness of the firmament, the first humans saw something they had never seen before: a bright, white orb piercing through the purple haze. In that moment, the firmament shattered, collapsing all at once. And with its fall came the rain�"a torrent that would soon turn into a flood, drowning entire civilizations. The moon, carrying with it the vaporized oceans of Mars, had unleashed a deluge on Earth that reshaped the continents and erased histories. It was the great flood, the same one recorded by all ancient civilizations of all corners of the earth etched in clay tablets and stone.

But this time, the moon's mission would be more difficult. Earth's vast oceans would not be easily depleted or turned toxic. The alien masterminds had underestimated the resilience of this planet and because of one unthought-of calculated detail on the aliens' part. Because of the decimation of Mars, Earth would require more than just a disruption of resources to be brought to its knees. Yet, the aliens remained patient, confident in their long game. The moon was not just a passive observer; it was a tool for control, reporting, gathering, and taking.

Fast forward to the 16th century: a lone ship sailed across the Atlantic. The moon hung low and ominous in the sky, its reflection casting across the waves. Below, in the moon’s reflection, something stirred. The crew hearing something stir in the waves looked over the edge and saw the flicker of a mermaid’s tail cutting through the water. Then, the air was filled with a haunting melody�"a siren's song, ancient and foreboding.

“The sirens' song that sings the tale of their former planet’s doom. The first warning sign for all of mankind, of the dreaded mission of the moon.”

The sailors, enraptured by the sight, felt the weight of history upon them. This was no ordinary song. It was a warning, not just of the past, but of what was yet to come. The fate of Mars had been sealed long ago, and now, Earth’s path seemed eerily similar. But there were already signs of these forces at work: giant bottomless pits mysteriously appearing across the landscape, remnants of centuries of mining and exploitation. In areas of extreme toxicity, such as Second St. and Page St. in Berkeley, California, right in between the abandoned metal foundry and the cement foundry, reports of bizarre occurrences like sideways red lightning have surfaced�"flashes illuminating the night sky, warning of the encroaching dangers.

But still, there is some time left. The question remained�"would humanity recognize the danger before it was too late?

Remember, it’s never too late to change our fate until it's the very end.