The Last Witness of the Void
The world ended not with a bang, but with a slow, rhythmic fading. First, the birds stopped singing. Then, the oceans retreated, leaving behind salt-crusted deserts. Finally, the stars began to wink out, one by one, as if some cosmic entity were closing the curtains on a boring play. I am the only one left. I don't know how long it's been—centuries, millennia, or perhaps just a very long...
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