[Not cool writing·Slow pace·Space opera·Science fiction epic·Philosophical speculation]
The universe is not a dark forest, but a carefully tended "garden." A civilization that over-reproduces and makes "noise" is just a weed that needs to be "trimmed".
This is a tragic elegy for civilization on a cosmic scale, telling how mortals, destined to be "pruned", use up their lies, courage, betrayal and love to make the last echo - even if this echo will eventually be annihilated in the silent corridor. This is a tragic elegy for civilization on a cosmic scale, telling how mortals, destined to be "pruned", use up their lies, courage, betrayal and love to make the last echo - even if this echo will eventually be annihilated in the silent river.
