Within the last tick by the end of days, his children shall witness an end to all that was destined to be unmade.



With red skies asunder, and waters absent by drought, Gaia is taken from its womb and introduced into the cosmos, never to return into the sanctuary that once housed much life.



In the end, it is this absolute and destined loneliness that we are created from and will one day return to. Between the last hour and the first of the next day we cease to exist as we are for a glimpse... a waiver of life.



Beyond this, we will find naught... Or something nigh.



With my memory and wishes, it will return. With a hope, it will come to us. With strength we last through these final oblivions. With you, I can remake what was lost.



However... there will only be us.



The heavens do not speak of us.



The heavens do not hear.



The heavens merely echo.



Through all the abandonment...



there is us.





From there on. It is us. Alone.     And eternity.