[Comprehensive British and American] I Traveled Through Amnesia and Brought the System to Save the Parallel World

A long time ago, I once asked my mentor: "What is the hardest thing about being a hero?" "It is never numb." I used to not understand the meaning of this sentence, until today. Until today. The sun annihilates and the world becomes dim. The cold invades everything, the sea water freezes, and everything will burn out. At this time, I didn't even have the temperature to light a cigarette. I sighed. In this silence, even if the day of destruction comes, I will feel happy. Here, apart from the monotonous sleet, nothing bothers me anymore. Say it again, damn it, say it again, there is no way to light a fire. No smoke, no nicotine. The most painful thing is that there is no wine. Can you believe it at the last moment of the destruction of the universe? There was no wine. If God is still here, then He hates me, absolutely. I know it's time for me to go, as the last human being, as a loser, a deserter. I want to leave this mess behind and go to a new and unknown world. For all that this has allowed me to survive. Who I am? It is a gravekeeper, a gravedigger, a beacon, a warning sign, a fossil, and a tombstone. It is ten thousand, it is one, it is thousands. Gritting my teeth, I tried to find the exit in the collapsing Speed ​​Force channel. There, a new world awaited me. As for the rest, everything is insignificant. [I don't know how to write copy, so it's just a mediocre piece of writing. Intention: Love is not great, talent is great.