Traveler in the Universe

(Non-traditional cool writing + invincible flow + philosophy, politics, war) No civilization is more brilliant than human beings! There is no race crazier than humans! Meaning, they say, is not a question to be answered, but a state that can be reached. Once you arrive, there are no more questions. They're gone. Like a drop of water returning to the sea, like a beam of light disappearing into the light. Take nothing away and leave nothing behind. But they stayed. Strange objects float in the void! The giant structure spins silently! The incorporeal body whispers in a higher dimension - traces that should have been revoked are everywhere! This lonely race, this crazy civilization, is trying every means to prove to the universe: There were once people here! Someone here once thought they had the answer! What they left behind was not what they wanted to leave behind. They wanted to leave nothing behind. The universe does not remember humans. The universe doesn't need to remember anyone. But there is a forgotten person who remembers for the universe. He walked between the traces, watching the creatures being indifferent to others and obeying his words. But he couldn't laugh. On an endless road, there are closed doors behind you and doors that have not yet been opened in front of you. He didn't know what was behind the door. He only knows that all doors have been opened by humans. And he was the one who forgot to turn off the lights.