Earth... the so-called cradle of life. A harmonious place that harbors existence, that nurtures creation.
But is that really the truth?
No. That's a fantasy.
Earth is a place that kills life. A ruthless world that never wanted us here.
Not just Earth—the entire universe is a graveyard. A deadly, uncaring abyss.
Did you know?
Ninety-nine percent of Earth's species are already extinct.
Everything alive now? A fragile remainder. Maybe even less—because another extinction event is happening.
Right now.
And me?
I might be the only one this calm while it all falls apart.
It started with a meteor shower. A beautiful sight crossing above Earth's sky, heading towards Mars—or so we thought. Then, without warning, it shifted.
The meteors turned toward Earth.
People panicked. Naturally. But then came those fools—scientists, experts, media faces—saying it was nothing.
"Just small meteorites," they claimed. "Most will burn up in the atmosphere."
Idiots.
Two days later, a meteor struck. A big one.
The capital of the United States? Gone. Just... gone.
And that wasn't the end.
One after another, massive meteors slammed into the Earth. Cities flattened. Oceans rose.
And with every strike came the aftershocks—earthquakes ripping open the land, tsunamis swallowing coasts, volcanoes erupting like bleeding wounds.
A chain reaction of chaos.
Earth, angry and dying.
So… why am I so calm?
Maybe you should ask instead—why wouldn't I be?
I'm not one of the lucky ones who died instantly.
No… I'm one of the unfortunate.
Take a good look.
See this metal bar?
It's stabbed straight through my stomach. Lodged deep.
And above me? Rubble. The remains of a building. Crushed walls. Splintered beams. Dust choking the air.
But I'm still alive.
Why? Why did I have to live through this?
No heroic escape. No miracle rescue.
Just me. Pinned. Dying slowly.
You'd think I'd be screaming in pain, wouldn't you?
But… no.
Yes, I feel it. The burning, the tearing pain.
But I can ignore it.
Maybe it's due to how my nerves work—maybe I'm just built differently. I've always been like this. I feel everything, but I don't react like others.
I can ignore pain. Ignore heat.
Though… I can't stop myself from shivering. From sweating. My body still remembers it's human.
Ahh…
I think it's almost time.
My vision's blurring. The blood loss is catching up.
I'm cold. Not from the weather—but from the inside. A cold that spreads, slow and deep.
Do I have regrets?
Only one.
That I couldn't learn more.
That's why I didn't run. That's why I didn't die on the street.
I chose to stay inside—to die in a place surrounded by knowledge.
Even in the end, I wanted to understand. Something. Anything.
Ahh… loss of consciousness is setting in.
Even if the bleeding stops, I'll just get infected.
Disease will finish what the meteor couldn't.
No one's coming. No miracle is waiting.
Still… thanks for staying with me until the end.
Heh.
I guess I stayed delusional even at my grave.
But if there's something after this—anything
I hope I reincarnate.
In another world. Any kind. It doesn't matter.
As long as there's something to learn, I'll be content.
I just hope… I don't get to see a person like him again…
By saying this, he fainted.
Vision faded. Breath slowed.
And silence fell.