The Great Erasure
The Observatory sat at the very edge of the Event Horizon, a needle of obsidian floating in the silence of the Great Void. Outside the windows, the stars were not points of light, but long, screaming streaks of white, being pulled into the maw of the final singularity. I am the Last Observer. My only job is to record the final seconds of the universe. For eons, I had watched the galaxies...
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