Darkness.
What do you think when you are enshrouded in darkness?
Do you get scared, worried, or angry for being abandoned?
Do you feel nothing but complete apathy for to the world for leaving you in utter and complete despair?
Well, that's not the case for some people; anomalies. Anomalies that thrive in the darkness.
Anomalies that revel in Darkness. Let me ask you a question.
What do you think makes us human?
Do you think it's because of our flesh and blood? The ability to think independently, the ability to… choose?
No. This does not distinguish us you see, for we are no different than the summons if we are to go with that as a valid answer.
Then, is it our ability to benevolent? To show humanity – the disposition to do good?
No. What separates us from all this, what defines us, is our ability to be evil yet pretend to be good at the same time. We war, we pillage…
yet we do it under the fake smiles that say it's for the people,
when all they want to do is lust after power like their true nature suggests.
We are not like animals, they're better, to be honest. When they kill, you know there and then what the reason was, it's as simple as that. But for us?
No, we are demons with smiles.
Humans can be described as a moon, having a dark side that is never shown.
All you see is the light. But when we see past that, the monstrosity that hides in the dark, we know, there and then, we are vile, we are… the quintessential definition of darkness.
Do you agree with me?
- By Unknown Writer. ( AN: Forgot his name. )
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A sudden migraine hit my head, forcing me to ease my headache via massaging my temples. I blame my studious nature for that. So imagine my surprise when my eyes opened and saw my surroundings changed.
Where instead of the bedroom is replaced by the cosmo, You know.
The stars, galaxies and Planetary kind?
I stared with inquisitive wonder and fear as the stars and comets shone into the darkness, various variety of colourful spectacles seem to intrigue me to no end as I look around me.
I saw various kinds of planets in shape and size. Peacefully floating around the space with ease which seems to calm my heart and inner turmoil, which isn't surprising as I'm a type of person who is easily distracted if focused on...things, Albeit interesting and anonymous things.
Though the vast majority of the rocky planets is made out of ice and unstable. Which is called rogue planets, worlds that are failures and aborted by their stars.
I flex my body and-- hold on.
I... I don't have a body.
Sure I could see and felt my nonexistent arms move but... I don't seem to have a visible body, I could still feel the temperature but... am I dead? Am I a ghost or some sort?
An ethereal being that somehow escaped from its shell?
...
Right, let's go with that. Finding answers with no lead would only hurt my head, best to set it aside for now.
I swayed within the cosmos with ease as if flying is a thing that I experienced for a long time. If I were to compare it with something, I could haphazardly guess that it reminds me of walking or running.
Over the aeons or perhaps. Innumerable years of my aimless wandering, my excitement and wonder for astronomy and anomaly seem to die down as I felt...Empty.
I can neither feel nor touch all kinds of matters. I can't smell the exotic scents of various worlds nor taste culinary of alien creatures.
They're visible to me, yet I'm invisible to them. My ability to interact with others is rendered useless by my lack of means of interaction.
Not that I'm interested in socializing anyway. At least, not anymore as I used to.
Yet.
Despite the challenges of my abnormalities, I wasn't forbidden nor deterred to learn various knowledge and wisdom of mankind. Or sapien and sentient alien-kind.
I watch the rise of the various inhabitants, the path they chose and the road they've forked.
I watch various inhuman individuals with vigour as I studied their arts and crafts, language, historical and practical knowledge and wisdom as their species departed due to various reasons Via; the great filter.
All this experience greatly changed my immature self, humbled and left a great impact on my world view.
I also discovered that I'm, in fact alone.
It's as if there's no other beings like me, or at least people capable of interacting with me.
Making me the most questionable and anomalous being, at least on my standards.
I sat alone on the unnamed planet, watching the sun with empty eyes.
Or what used to be a sun.
What supposed to be a giant fireball is nothing but a white. A small lump of compounds covered with a glacier of Ice. What used to be the fiery flames that shone confidence and glory which bloomed life within the safe zones within the universe is nothing but a lonely dwarf that pathetically shone moonlight that emits coldness and loneliness.
The warmth heat barely penetrates my metaphorical body from the cold breeze of space as I fly towards it.
A few moments later, I've arrived at the deceased sun, I watch as my 'hand' phase through the cold numbing Ice that replaced the molten lava with a frown, the results gave me goosebumps as I sat into the ground.
"The universe is dying..." I murmured with disbelief as I head into a dangerous conclusion.
I shook my head frantically as I removed those depressing thoughts.
I left the lone figure as I wandered around the cosmo with annoyance and anxiety plastered within my heart.
Dozens of dwarf stars and dead planets littered around the space, floating aimlessly without purpose as I pass by.
I snort in irony as they remind me of my past.
Throughout my innumerable years of wandering, I've long noticed that life in space slowly dwindles. One. By. One.
The light within the darkness slowly flickers in existence as the universe near its end.
The warmth slowly diminishes as coldness slowly emerges at the remaining planets.
The universe is dying.
Not with fire, but with ice.
Not with a bang. But with a whisper.
They are dying. And I am alive.
Trap with haunting anxiety within my heart as my fear slowly catch up with me.
Dying yet undying, living yet not living.
It's as if I'm destined to be trapped at the never-ending cycle beneath the ocean, agonizing in the inside while fighting it alone in the darkness.
Helpless and useless.
Until the end of my sanity.
That's me. My future, my fate...call it what you want but in the end. My script is written in the hands of fate and I just refuse to acknowledge it.
Lifeless and Colourless...
That's my inevitable future.
Trap forever with the dying universe.
Why was I brought here?
Just to suffer?
Every day and night, I can't feel my legs. My arms. And even my fingers.
Rendered immobile if I wasn't capable of lawbreaking aerodynamics.
The body I've lost...
The life I've lost...
The time I've spent...
...I miss my parent...
My mom was left alone with my sis... I wonder how were they?
Were they eating properly?
Were they surviving properly?
They're dead that's for certain.
...
Hopefully, they're dead.
It would be horrific if they experience what I've experienced, I don't want them to even experience the fraction of my life.
Forever alone, watching like an audience in a cinematic theatre.
Playing as the spectator' till the end of the play.
Huh. How fitting, perhaps the title perfectly fits my description.
A spectator.
And as a spectator, I suppose my job is to spectate the galaxy for billions and trillions of years. Innumerable years.
Watching. Waiting. And Reminiscing.
Until the end of my sanity.
---??? Later---
As the starts dwindled.
I watched it for thousands. Millions to billions and trillions of years, farther than what I expected.
I seem to have a knack of it, but I know that I'm no longer sane.
And soon enough, I broke.
I screamed, thrash and bash into the empty 'air', shouting various profanities on what languages I know throughout this cursed life on mine.
I want this to End.
I want nothing of this!
I wanna Die!
I just want want to die...
Or better yet live, with an accessible body so I could kill my self later if I'm done!
I'm tired of everything...
I just want to rest...
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.
.
Anything but this...
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.
I'm so tire of this.
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As I 'waited' for innumerable years...
I stared and talked at the ever-growing singularity in front of me as if alive, imagining her instead of an It to help me cope with my insanity. Trying to last longer for my mind to work.
And it worked, now. I never believed that I'm sane, as I'm hardly one.
I talk and talk, initiating a one-sided conversation as my feelings for her slowly grew just as her mass and density-- no-no-no deary, I'm not calling you fat.
You just have the right curves~
I stared at her ever-fascinating beauty that would've always captivate my gaze.
I even woe and flirt at her just for the heck of it, and eventually fall for her.
Literally and Metaphorically.
I even married her, as my wife, as we (I) slowly wandered across the empty universe.
But I noticed something strange, something surreal for a dead universe.
A hum.
A humming noise that increases at an alarming rate as I curiously tried to locate it. Consciousness zoom around as an unexpected thing that defies my mortal comprehension happened.
An explosion that made my devoid-heart thrum in surprise.
I slowly turn around as horror-struck my fragile mind.
Noir.
My wife.
My singularity.
My partner who I thought would accompany me throughout the end of my sanity. The only thing that would accompany my eternal soul and keeps me sane and satisfied.
The only thing that keeps me... ME.
The only reason why I'm not completely broken.
Is Dying.
And I can't do a thing to help her.
I Shouted one last time and rush towards her as she-
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HAWKING
According to quantum mechanics, space is filled with virtual particles and anti-particles that are constantly materializing in pairs.
Separating and coming together and annihilating again and again.
In the presence of a Blackhole.
One member of a pair of virtual particles may fall into the hole.
Leaving the other member without a partner which to annihilate.
The forsaken particle appears to be radiation.
Emitted by the black hole.
*Hummed*
And so, Black holes...
Are not eternal.
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*BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!*
The enormous singularity couldn't keep the pressure as a massive tear beside her opened with torrents of flames.
I watch in utter despair as I saw my wife spun precariously. I burst into a crying mess as I hastened my rush towards her without thinking.
To aid her. To help her.
Anything to keep her away from dying.
Unexpectedly.
An invisible force propelled me as I watch in horror, and for the last time.
An old and familiar feeling crept inside my heart.
Helplessness.
Not because of my inevitable end nor because of my miserable existence.
Not because of the life of the universe nor because of the regret I've amassed.
Not because of the eternal darkness that would embrace my consciousness forever in the future.
But because of the state of my wife's wellbeing.
The only thing that accompanied me throughout this vast void.
Thousands of attempts ended into failure as I fell into a state of depression.
I watched with eyes devoid of emotions as I muse myself in my lonesome past, reminiscing the time I spend with her as I float without purpose nor destination. It took me several years to ease my turmoil and stared in silent fascination and a bit of mortification.
Millions of rogue planets are either burned alive or left cold in the open.
The lucky ones in the habitable zone however survived.
I watch as small numbers of organisms evolved and lived.
Intelligence sparked once again and the rise and fall of their ever-growing empire are visible within my lacklustre eyes. But deep inside.
I was touched. As I realized my wife is pregnant. Wait, I don't remember having sacred matrimony with her...
Did she cheat on me?
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Bwahahahaahah-- as if my wife could do that, we are loyal to each other so there's no way that she have an affair with me. Right Noir?
"..."
Noir?
"..."
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Time subconsciously pass by as I spend my time with my children and wife.
This lively planets at least filled my empty heart with small joy and fondness.
No. This emotion couldn't be described by a word simple as 'joy'.
Invigoration.
Elation.
Jubilation.
Er-- other words that end in -Ation.
Seeing my children grow fills me with joy Noír.
Hm-hm-hu-hu-ha-ha-ha.
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But sadly...all happiness must come to an end, eventually.
Over time...Billions of years has passed by.
I watch in silent despair and acceptance once again as my love ones left me one by one.
My wife spun at an alarming rate until it exploded. Resulting in universal scale fireworks.
I watch at her with teary or perhaps... bloodshot eyes. My mind is weary as I sobbed silently at her final goodbye along with our children.
After all.
.
.
.
THAT BITCH WAS CHEATED ON ME!!!
I didn't know of this earlier due to my state of being, but from what I remembered. Numerous Virtual testing showed that there could only be one Super singularity after the last two fused fuses together.
Which means she was already knocked up before I met her.
"AhahahahahahaH~" I laugh so hard at the ridiculousness of my life.
"Heh, wow. What a horrible humour I have."
Jokes aside, I am proud of my wife.
Because unlike the universe who died with a pathetic whimper...
My wife left with a glorious bang.
" Pā-Alam, Noír. I'm glad that you wouldn't suffer from darkness looming over you...and I don't care if you're secretly pregnant. "
The man smiled sadly as madness slowly claimed his mind. But within that madness, happiness and satisfaction linger deep inside him as he reminiscent his time with her mother.
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In the sparse living room of an old and creaky abode, a family can be seen filling their bellies as they eat happily in a rather messy table. A mother, a son and a daughter happily eat together as they chat Joyfully.
The mother is reprimanding the 4-year old girl with fake anger while a teen can be seen laughing in the background.
All in all.
It's a happy and vigorous family that has a promising relationship for their hardships in the future.
-Flashback end-
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As time pass by in the darkness, the man was long dead as his mind ceases to exist. Remnants of his existence have long disappeared along with the universe as he 'died' with a small smile in his face.
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The End.
Author: or is it?
I mean, it is as Prologue after all.
Don't worry though. I might abandon this story as well. Because I'm busy as fuck. Life and School etc?
Good luck in the pandemic btw and savethin into your library.
Because I'll update this when I have the time.
also this will be my last book.
if I somehow drop this. I doubted that I could ever write a script with how busy my life is. hopefully I could inspire my readers as I write this with emotions.
English isn't my primary nor everyday language so you'll see a lot of errors. just pm me kay?