Heat Death Unfinished

——The only way for us to prove that we are not garbage in the universe is to let out one last roar before being completely digested by it. Soft science fiction, deep black and residual | no romance without the Virgin, no wisdom We have eaten God's scraps, and now He wants us to repay it by vomiting our entire souls. Remember the feel of sunlight penetrating leaves? Do you still remember the warmth of your lover's breath brushing your neck? Forget about them. When deep space begins to bite back, the world doesn't collapse - it becomes "rusted". The steel degenerated into grains of sand in the palm of my hand, and the city's outline dissolved like tears in the wind. Being at the end of the heat death of the universe, the absolute cold, darkness, dead silence... And the overwhelming, shared despair. We huddle in a corner where the rules are not completely crazy, and we survive by drinking poison to quench our thirst. Throw away emotions and memories as garbage and turn them into an empty shell that can walk. There are no heroes. There are no miracles. There is only a group of cosmic outcasts, trying to struggle with rebellion and despair in absolute darkness—— Ignite a spark smaller than dust, but enough to burn fate.