text: I was once a normal person, 6’ tall, brown hair and blue eyes, I was as plain as could be. I went to school, fell in love, got rejected, the whole nine yards. But then I went on vacation, and found a magic ring, it spoke to me, offered me a wish. I’d always been scared of death, and the endless void that I imagined followed, so I wished to be immortal, to never die until the end of time... I should have wished for the knowledge of what happens after death instead. “On this day, we set out into the great beyond, and leave our planet to its natural course! With the help of our greatest minds, we set out on a NEW-“ I shut off the TV, there was no point in listening, I was shocked they were even broadcasting the event, everyone was getting on the giant spacecraft, all 12 billion humans, no exceptions. There was no price to get on, the Earth was dying anyways, either you got on the ship or you would die... though of course, I couldn’t die. I had witnessed hundreds of wars, dozens of plagues, and over 3,000 years of human history on this planet. I was staying, part of it was stubbornness, part of it was stupidity, part of it... Was the desire to be left alone, for once, there would be no one to call me a freak. Lush grass kissed my feet, the wind whistled past me, but there were no birds. I had walked for years now, and still I had found nothing but more forest. The weather changes and the sudden vanishing of humanity caused the ecosystems change drastically, it didn’t help that the planets crust cracked, causing an earthquake that leveled mountains across the globe. And yet I continued walking, I was searching for any sign that those memories I held were real. That humanity was real, they said they’d return when the planet was ready, and I held onto that hope. It was getting quite lonely now, I’d even take an insult by now. I searched for 5,000 years, and yet I found nothing, nature had swallowed every sign of civilization whole. I’m sitting on a rock, looking to the stars. I know they are real, but I wonder if they’ll ever come back. The planet is ready for them, although it is very different now. I hear it again, the voices. I don’t remember who they belong too, but I know I loved them. I feel more tears coming, because despite my insistence that they were real, I can’t remember anything but my wanderings of this barren planet. The voices beg me to join them, but I can’t. I tried. It doesn’t work. I beg them to wait. If anything will kill me... It’s the moon, crashing down from the sky, like a falling star. I wait patiently for it to collide with me, surely there’s a limit to my immortality. Surely I won’t live till the end of Time. (For feedback or suggestions feel free to message me, I want to improve.