It was a planet within this view, one among countless others, yet... this one was different.

 A world teeming with life, vibrant and filled with mysteries still waiting to be uncovered.

 Hundreds of millions of human lives played out across its surface, their existence a delicate dance between joy and suffering, peace and conflict. 

For thousands of years, kingdoms and empires had risen from the soil, only to be swallowed by time, their ruins now scattered across the earth like forgotten dreams. 

The world was beautiful in its imperfection, in its cycles of creation and destruction, a place of wonder and endless possibility.

But today...

"Everything shall end..." 

The voice came from the void, an ethereal sound that seemed to emerge from the fabric of space itself.

 The stars, which had once glistened brightly against the black canvas of the night, began to churn and distort as if the universe itself was reacting to the words. 

In an instant, the familiar constellations vanished, swallowed by an overwhelming darkness. 

From that endless void, a figure emerged—humongous, incomprehensible. 

Clothed in the simple attire of a high school boy, he stepped out into the universe, yet his size dwarfed the very world he now gazed upon.

His eyes, vast and ancient, held within them the capacity to encompass millions of worlds like the one before him.

 To him, this planet was a speck, a mere fragment within a greater expanse he understood effortlessly. 

Yet, to those living upon it, their planet was their everything, a vast and sprawling galaxy of possibilities. 

As he stood there, observing this tiny enclosure, the boy sighed. 

His breath alone carried the weight of something immense—perhaps regret, or perhaps the inevitability of what was to come.

On the planet below, the effect of his arrival was catastrophic. It was as if a tsunami had struck, not of water, but of pure bewilderment and fear. 

Signals blared from the satellites orbiting the planet, their instruments struggling to interpret what had just appeared in their view. 

Alarms rang out in control stations across the globe, as every piece of technology designed to monitor space was now overwhelmed by the sheer size and impossibility of the figure.

Humans, for all their advancement, for all the empires they had built and the wonders they had created, could not fathom what they now faced. 

Their most powerful tools, their most complex machines, were incapable of comprehending the full scope of the figure that now stood before them.

 He was too large, too distant from their understanding. No matter how much they enhanced their vision, how far they pushed their technology, they could only grasp fragments, unable to see the whole.

Then came the voice. Heavenly and commanding, it echoed across every corner of the planet. 

"Hate me for all you can, as today... Everything shall end"

"Your world, your joy, your family, your memories. Everything will come to an end. A tree grows, and so do you. A tree dies, and so shall you"

Every human, no matter where they stood, no matter what they were doing, heard it.

 The leaders of every kingdom, every empire, froze in place. 

Their minds raced, scrambling to understand, to react, to do anything that might give them control in this situation that was beyond anything they had ever known.

Yet for all their effort, it was futile. 

The boy sighed once more, his eyes filled with a deep, unspoken disappointment.

"If only you could've met my expectations..."

"But it failed..."

His words echoed like the tolling of a bell across the heavens, final and irreversible.

 The world beneath his gaze, once teeming with life and energy, now felt minuscule and fragile.

 Above, in the vastness of the sky, his hand stretched out. It was impossibly large, like a shadow over all existence, reaching across the stars. 

And as his fingers moved, thousands of stars dimmed and vanished, extinguished like dying embers in the wake of his touch. For the people below, it was as if the sun itself had been blotted out. 

They looked up, confused, some shading their eyes against what they could not comprehend.

 The world had always been constant—days flowed into nights, and the routine of life was like a wheel that spun endlessly. 

But now, there was no dawn on the horizon, no tomorrow waiting beyond the end of the day.

"Mom... what's happening?" A child's voice broke through the silence, fear trembling in their words. 

They clutched their mother's hand, staring up at the sky where the colossal hand now descended.

"I—I don't know," the mother whispered, pulling the child closer.

 Around them, others stopped in their tracks, abandoning their daily routines.

 People who had been rushing to work, chatting with friends, or walking their pets now stood in silent horror, eyes wide as the sky itself seemed to collapse.

The hand moved closer, and its fingers, those gigantic, unimaginable limbs, began to clasp the world. 

The air trembled, an oppressive weight pressing down on every living thing. 

The earth shook violently as if the very core of the planet was screaming in protest.

 Buildings swayed and cracked; glass shattered, raining down onto the streets below.

In a crowded city square, a man fell to his knees, eyes wide with terror. "Is this... the end?" he gasped. Around him, others began to panic. 

Some screamed, running blindly through the streets. Others simply froze, unable to process the enormity of what they were witnessing.

"Run! We need to get underground!" a voice shouted in the chaos. But where could they run? The ground beneath them buckled, and the sky above offered no escape.

From the window of a high-rise building, a woman stared out, phone clutched in her hand.

 She had been in the middle of a call, her workday like any other—until now. "Can you see this? Are you seeing this?!" she yelled into the receiver, but there was no response. 

The lines had gone dead, along with the lights. The power grid, everything, was beginning to fail.

Far below, a man covered his ears as the sound of metal shrieking against metal filled the streets. 

Cars flipped, trees uprooted, and entire structures collapsed as if they were mere toys in the grasp of an unseen force. 

"We're not going to make it... we're not..." a voice cried out, trailing off into sobs as the shaking intensified.

Above, the colossal hand's fingers curled slowly, methodically, around the planet.

 The sky itself seemed to ripple as the curvature of the hand began to enclose both the top and bottom of the world. Like a vice, the pressure mounted. 

In distant lands, oceans heaved, waves reaching heights never before seen as the gravitational forces shifted. 

The seas swallowed entire coastlines, while mountains cracked and crumbled.

"Please! Please, someone, stop this!" a desperate plea rang out from a man clinging to the side of a collapsing building, his fingers bloodied from the effort to hold on.

But no one could stop it. No one could comprehend it.

As the boy's fingers began to close around the planet, the atmosphere itself started to tear. 

The sky, once blue and endless, fractured like glass. Great rips appeared, revealing the void beyond. 

The air thinned, and in a matter of moments, the wind ceased altogether. The silence that followed was suffocating, the world hanging on the edge of obliteration.

People gasped for breath, their voices hoarse from screaming. 

"Mommy, I can't breathe..." the child whispered, his tiny hand slipping from his mother's grasp as the pressure mounted.

With one final, gentle motion, the boy's fingers clasped the planet fully, holding it between them as though it were nothing more than a fragile marble. 

There was no sound. There was no explosion, no grand finale. 

Just silence, as the world was crushed in his grasp, the lives of millions snuffed out in an instant.

 Dust and debris spiraled into the void, carried away by cosmic winds.

 The once vibrant, bustling world was now nothing more than a memory, scattered amongst the stars. The boy's hand withdrew, the void sealing itself once more, leaving nothing behind but the empty, indifferent universe.

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Where are those who had claimed themselves as the King?

Where are those who had acted out in their desires, proud of their actions, and caused suffering to the innocents?

Where are those that ruled over the other from the shadows? 

Where are your schemes now?

Where are the cheaters?

Where are the liars?

No more, no one left.