The atmosphere on Earth was strangely calm, even though it was nighttime, the sky was illuminated by the cosmic colors. Cities were bustling with activities. Some were praying, some were in fear, and some had made peace with the situation. Under a tree on the bench was sitting a normal-looking boy.
He was drinking a coffee in a suit made for corporate slaves. Infront was a lake which was looking as if the water had been touched by the cosmos. He occasionally looked at the scenic view Infront of him as if trying to come to terms with something.
The world was coming to an End. Two days ago, the scientists said that every star in the universe was dying. They said the sun is going to explode with every star, every planet, and matter was starting to collapse onto itself, creating a universal singularity. They said they had no Idea why this was happening. 'It is not logical,' they said
'Just when I was ready to get onto my own fucking feet.'
It felt as if the world was giving him a big fuck you. He did have pretty bad luck throughout his life.
When he was four, on his birthday, his parents got in an accident trying to get him a birthday gift. He was adopted by his Grandparents which had a small house and cafe in a village. Both loved him very much. They got him into school even though their financial condition wasn't very good. When he was 14, he decided to get a part-time job in a grocery store. He used to go to school in the morning and go to work in the afternoon. And at the end of his shift, he helped his grandpa close down the cafe.
Later, when he got into college, his grandparents passed away, and the cafe was sold for his further education. Once again, He had to work tirelessly to pay rent and to cover the expenses of daily life.
Just three days ago, he got a job in a fairly big company, and now the world was coming to an end.
"I haven't even got to explore my love life."
Ding!!
His phone rang out. He looked at the notification bar.
[Quest to end Finality: Chapter 2000-A False God's Ending]
'So it's finally ending, huh?'
'I have been reading this novel. It was a decent novel, nothing groundbreaking. It was about the protagonist getting on a quest to find his mother, who had disappeared when he was 10, and getting entangled with a series of events that end with facing a God, actually, today was the showdown between them.
He sipped the last bit of coffee left in the can and threw the can towards the trash bin. Suddenly, the world quaked for a second, and the can missed the mark and rolled on the ground.
'Urgh'
He got up, picked up the can, and put it in the bin.
Then he looked at the sky, and a bright Flash of light swallowed everything.
***
A single, dull spark of white light drifted in the throat of an endless gray nothingness, a silent limbo between what was and what comes next.
"How am I... anything?" the spark flickered, thoughts echoing in a space without air. "Is this Hell? Why is it so dark? Why can't I see?"
Panic flared, sharp and jagged. "Shit! Where am I? What is this place? Hello?! Is anyone there?!"
The silence was absolute. It didn't just surround him; it pressed against him. He tried to reach out, but there were no hands. He tried to scream, but there was no throat.
Fuck. What is this? I can't feel a thing. Can I... move?
With a desperate surge of will, the light nudged forward. It worked. He drifted through the gloom, a lonely ember in a cold sea. Great. Just my luck. Why does this kind of shit always happen to me?
Time lost all meaning.
In a world without sunrises or shadows, "forever" became a very real distance. He walked—or drifted—for what felt like agonizing centuries. He cataloged every memory, every regret, just to keep the rot of insanity at bay.
"I'm still here," he whispered to the void. "I'm still me."
Then, the void shattered.
His vision didn't just change; it exploded. The gray nothingness was replaced by the Cosmos, but not the one he knew. It was a staggering tapestry of infinite, glowing filaments. Reality itself appeared woven together by trillions of shimmering threads, vibrating with the hum of a billion suns.
"Whoa..." he gasped, the sheer scale of the Weaver's loom threatening to unmake him. "What the hell is—"
The cosmic tapestry vanished as quickly as it had appeared.
Suddenly, there was weight. Gravity slammed into him like a freight train. He blinked, and instead of infinite threads, he saw a wooden ceiling. Rough-hewn beams. Dust motes dancing in weak light.
Is someone playing with me? Am I finally losing it?
He tried to lift a hand to his face, to feel the skin he hadn't touched in an eternity. But as soon as he moved, his skull felt like it was being split by an iron wedge. A white-hot spike of agony drove straight through his brain.
He didn't even have the breath to scream before the world went black again.