When the civilization ended and the big flood began Kilahuea was the most reasonable place to go.
To get there I swam through dead bodies and blood, trying not to choke with limbs and hair.
At a smaller distance I saw 23000 years and 1.111 m waiting for my salvation.
When I stood on the rocky land and stared at the skies Pele was already waiting for me.
Looking closely into me while she carried the corpus of her victims.
That was my last night on Earth. Eaten by the fierce of a goddess.