5000 doomsday. Even in the end, something is still waiting.

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🌀 The Unforgettable Universe Part 8 5000 Doomsday Even Finally, Something Still Waiting Chapter 1

In the year 5000, the world was plunged into a state where natural resources began to deteriorate so that humans could no longer live. These events were a reminder to mankind of living without respect for the environment. In a corner of the neglected universe, few survivors still struggle for survival. Especially two souls who are completely different but communicate their hearts with deep thoughts.

In the ruins of a deserted city, where the remnants of the past of science and religion line around "Om Megha," a male scientist who once believed in the power of technology and scientific knowledge, sits on the debris of a building; he senses the toil of research and ircompensable losses; he recalls an era in which technology is hailed as the answer to every problem, but finally incapable of saving the world from the threat of man himself.

On the contrary, within the now-crumbling pavilion zone, the roof, just a remnant of what used to be the place of worship of Buddhism, opened the house to "Distilled," a woman who was a follower of the doctrine of mercy and understanding of life. She sat calm amid the silence of nature. She thought of a teaching that said "suffering is part of life" and believed that in suffering is in fact a lesson of enlightenment in the mind.

One day the two happened to meet at a source that left traces of their past. The sad star that adorned the night sky seemed to reflect the sadness of their minds. Om Megha sat and looked at the faintly lit night sky from the stars, reaching for the remnants of the trees that had survived. He turned and looked at the woman sitting nearby with eyes full of sadness and endless questions.

Om Mekha, his voice gushed out of shock and deep sadness. "You know...I was once determined that knowledge and technology would help us get through this suffering, but today...Everything seems to be just robbing the beauty of nature. We have finally become world-destroyers. "

Distilling Thorn replies in a soft voice like nature's breath, "Sometimes I wonder...Why must our lives end in this despair? We have neglected the true love which nature gives us; we have closed our ears to the whispers of earth, water and wind; to the end we have become the victims of greed in our own hearts. "

Om Megha looked at the debris of a tree that still stood alone on the desolate ground. His tears poured out with the remembrance, "I still remember. The sound of the promise that" man can conquer nature "now turns out to be a betrayal that we have made of beautiful things. Now, even the knowledge we have accumulated may be of no value when the whole world is shaken by sadness."

With eyes looking down at the desolate ground, distilled with tears, "Every mistake we make, every time we choose to reject the pain of the world, that is the cruelty we commit to ourselves and the world, we lose our humanity gradually every second."

In a tired breathing voice, Om Megha continued with a shaky melancholy love in every word, "I feel like I'm drowned in darkness, the shadow of the past squeezes our lives; everything I ever praised turns to middle ash in the wind of sadness."

Distilled, staring out into the darkness with a few hopeful words, "Sometimes acceptance of our own imperfections is an expression of the courage to lead us to a new beginning. Although the world may be over, the heart that is still beating has a desire to change better."

In the silence of the stellar night is a ray of hope that slowly penetrates both hearts. Although there are tears overflowing and infused with distress, every word and every memory is combined into a light path that guides a new future.

Finally, as the sound of the words, the last of the two messages flowed out with both sadness and relief. "Us...Although the entire world may be destroyed by our own hands, if we still remember that a new beginning must come from our sincerity and acceptance of our mistakes...That is the light of life that will lead us through this darkness. "

But until the last minute of the night, the darkness still dominated the bosom of the former cup, suddenly with the sound of a familiar engine, but hidden in mystery, as if from another world, the sound slowly arranged in such a meticulous rhythm that it turned silence into an echo in both hearts.

They turn to look up, making eye contact with flashing lights that slowly turn to moving dark shadows, followed by a trail of silence accompanied by a mysterious flying craft clashing with the silence of the rays of night. The craft is parked lined before their eyes, amid the ambiguity of the lights and shadow marks of the past.

The flying ship doors open slowly with a groan of metal exposed to the cold wind. Inside the dim lights, the visitor's shadow is unclear, but hidden by inexplicable secrets and riddles. Om Megha and Distillation are staring in amazement and a little terror, but deep down there is a light of secret expectation that this may be the beginning of life again.

Om Mekha said in a low voice, echoing the expectation secretly hidden in each speech. "This...What exactly is it? Who will come when the whole world faces despair? "

Distilling her smile softly, even out of doubt, she reached out like she wanted to touch something hidden in the dark. "I don't know, but my feelings are like this...Perhaps this is an opportunity for us to start over, or a final verdict of our own mistakes. "

The lights of the flying ship echoed on the face of the wasteland, making the image of this world seem full of mysteries and questions that challenge human belief, in the faint shadows of visitors, still hiding their untangible feelings, of good and evil, mixed in silence, but there is something that suggests that the fate of this world is soon to be rewritten.

And at the last moment when everything sank in the darkness of the night, Om Megha and Distilled looked at the question in his heart.

"Are we about to meet a new, illuminated opportunity or just face the judgment of past mistakes?"

The question is gradually combined with the wind of night that blows away the secrets and possibilities of tomorrow, as if in a soft voice that every tear and every suffering may be the leading voice of a new beginning on the day when the world will restore itself from the ashes of the past...

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