Darkness fell over the world as the moon's radiant light was obscured, leaving only a faint silhouette in the night sky. This rare sight could only be witnessed on the plains of the past, a hallowed ground for all souls. A wind of change swept across the tall grass, clashing with the stillness of the sacred site. To any onlooker, the scene would have resembled a masterful work of art, mesmerizing in its beauty. Yet not a single living being remained to behold it, for mankind had long since passed from the realm. Only one lone man stood amidst the grassy expanse, the sole remaining witness to nature's spectacle.

An elderly gentleman with blue eyes that shone like sunlight on the ocean sighed as he gazed up at the sliver of moon, searching it for a glimmer of hope. His white hair tossed in the wind like waves breaking on the shore. "I still miss you all, even though it's been so long since you died," he murmured. He'd looked up to The moon for hope. However, The moon remained unresponsive, its stony face turned away.

"I remember when Sister Mary told me to let bygones be bygones," he said as he clutched his rugged, otherworldly pants made of a black, skin-like material. His shirt was made of the same strange black material.

He stood alone, gazing out at the bleak world around him. "Now I'm completely on my own in this miserable place," he said with a sigh.

"Maybe my life would be different if I cared more," he said, his face darkening in regret. "Why am I questioning my choices now?" he screamed, nearly punching himself in frustration before stopping himself. "I'm an adult," he said with a deep sigh, his own mind filled with doubt.

"I should be grateful for just living, but I'm not," he whispered. "Maybe it's the child in me that feels this way." His eyes dimmed as he began to fully grasp his current life situation, as if his ego had been shattered by his own hand.

He sighed and said, "Sometimes I wish I had talked to the people around me more; now I am alone."

"My whole life I have been an idiot," he screamed as tears formed in his eyes. Grief overwhelmed him as he lamented, "I let my own brother die when the Nembroes wall fell." Sobs wracked his body, and tears streamed down his face, as the old man realized he was now completely alone in the world.

""I wish you were here with me now, brother," he said regretfully as he gave up.

As he remembered everything, thinking about his brother would not help him. He recalled his parents too. "It was the same with my parents - even though I tried to protect them, they died when their city was attacked," he screamed, as tears gushed from his eyes.

"No, they left me alone in this shitty world," he said, holding his face as though trying to swallow back tears.

"Why do I think like this, it's my own fault for their deaths?" he said, as he was trying to piece right and wrong into a broken puzzle, acting like a child with his behavior.

He scoffed to himself as he reminisced about happier times, thinking, "If only I had offered some wise advice back then, perhaps it would have helped everyone, and I wouldn't be alone now." With a punch at the air, he felt weaker than ever, struggling inwardly and outwardly, as though he bore no responsibility for the situation he found himself in.

Something strange started to happen as soon as he punched the air: the world shifted, and time accelerated for everyone except him. "Now what is happening? Why is everything moving so fast around me?" he screamed, watching helplessly as years flew by in mere seconds. His face remained unchanged while time evaporated around him. The Earth he knew disappeared before his eyes as decades passed in the blink of an eye.

"This can't be! Are you bastards erasing everything I loved?" he screamed, trying in vain to move as his body remained still. His clothes fell away and disappeared into the void of time itself. "This place was my only refuge, you monsters!" He yelled into the empty darkness, hearing nothing but the echo of his own desperate cries.

The world shifted in strange ways as time accelerated to an unprecedented pace, with decades and centuries flashing by in mere seconds. Tectonic plates lurched in odd directions as volcanoes erupted and vanished in the blink of an eye. "What is happening? Why is this happening?" he cried, flailing his arms futilely as they remained locked in place, impervious to his efforts.

As time passed, he gradually grew drowsy and began to drift into sleep. "No, I will resist it. This will not end here," he insisted, forcing himself awake. New, unfamiliar beings emerged from the spaces around him - alien creatures he had never seen before. Yet amidst all the change, one thing remained the same: humans still appeared.

"This was your plan all along - to bring humans back and restart the game," he screamed as exhaustion overtook his body. No longer able to fight the overwhelming fatigue, he passed out. His body stood motionless as he slept. Time continued marching forward, advancing 100,000 years to an era where he did not belong - a past that, while familiar, was somehow different.

The once open field had filled with tall trees, their trunks wrapped in creeping vines. Leaves carpeted the ground, falling from the trees as autumn neared. Crunching through the foliage were animals of all sizes. A cold northern breeze stirred the leaves into flurries, lending an eerie atmosphere to the area.