The universe never speaks.
It does not judge, it has no mercy, it has no anger, it has no mercy.
It just placed a habitable planet in darkness and gave it 65 million years.
Enough life to crawl out of the deep sea, enough bones to grow into spines, enough flames to light up the night, and enough civilization to look up at the stars.
Enough for one scene, a complete birth and ending.
Some people think that home is eternal.
Some people think that survival is a matter of course.
Some people think that as long as they find a loophole, they can stay in the cradle forever.
Until the world stops being reborn.
The sea no longer has larvae, the earth no longer breeds, and all things fall into silent rest.
We thought this was a disaster.
Later I realized that this is a cycle.
We thought this was punishment.
Later I realized that this is order.
The universe never destroys a civilization.
It only allows each intelligent civilization to appear once.
Dinosaurs came and walked as living creatures for 160 million years.
Human beings have been here and have been a civilization for 65 million years.
Unknown stories will come again.
Round after round.
Those geometric symbols carved on Mayan stone slabs,
Those star maps hidden in the Sanxingdui jade cong,
Those precise patterns that appeared overnight in the wheat fields,
These are not miracles or prophecies.
They are what the previous round of civilization left to us——
Periodic reminder.
The planet is a delivery room, not a destination.
Time is a cycle, not eternity.
And our generation,
Right on the last page of the story.
There are no enemies, no wars, no crushing destruction.
There is only one sentence, a silent reminder from the stars:
The time has come.
Please exit quietly.
Intention: Sixty-five million years ago, civilization ended silently
