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The Last Day of the Universe
An unreleased short story from the book:
The Planetary Alignment When the Heavens Fall Apart
The stars had aligned, but not in the way anyone had expected. The sky trembled, and the air hummed with an unnatural energy. People gathered in awe, unaware that they were witnessing the beginning of the end. As the planets shifted into their final positions, a rift tore through the fabric of reality itself, a tear too vast to comprehend. It wasn’t just the world that was changing—it was everything. Time, space, and matter warped, fractured, and broke apart.
It was only the beginning, but it felt like the world had already ended.
Mila stood in the middle of a city street, her mind racing. She couldn’t remember when it started—when the alignment began, or when the sky began to twist into shapes that no one could explain. She only knew that something was wrong. The air around her felt thick, like it was alive, pulsing with an energy that didn’t belong. The buildings stretched, then shrank, then vanished altogether, leaving nothing but the echo of their existence in a space that refused to follow any recognizable rules.
Her breath came in shallow gasps, her pulse quickening as she stumbled forward, the ground beneath her feet shifting like it was made of liquid. Behind her, she could hear the voices of others—shouts of confusion, fear, but then they began to dissolve into a cacophony of overlapping sounds. The world was distorting. Everything that had ever been solid, familiar, was falling apart, slipping into the void.
“Help! Someone—someone, please help!”
Mila turned toward the scream, but the source was gone, swallowed by the endless stretch of space that was no longer bound by time. What had once been a city was now a collection of fragmented memories, floating in an ocean of shifting particles. Her surroundings melted into fractured reflections—buildings, roads, skies—everything flickering like a broken film reel. It wasn’t real. It couldn’t be.
The ground beneath her feet cracked open. The rift in reality deepened, growing larger, swallowing the very air around her. With each passing second, the sensation of weightlessness increased, and the familiar became distant, unreachable. The void was closing in, pulling everything into it. Time itself seemed to fold in on itself, turning days into moments, moments into years, and yet it was all meaningless. Nothing existed except for the unbearable silence of the unraveling universe.
She wasn’t alone. As the world tore apart, other survivors appeared—shadows of their former selves, trapped in this liminal space between worlds. They wandered aimlessly, their faces pale and blank, their movements slow, as though they were being dragged through time, unwillingly. Their eyes held nothing—empty sockets staring into nothing, their bodies now flickering like ghosts in a dying world. Mila tried to call to them, but her voice felt muffled, lost in the airless expanse that had once been her home.
“Where are we? What is this?” she whispered, but the words had no meaning in this place. It felt as though the universe had abandoned her, and she was adrift in the space between its dying breaths.
Suddenly, the ground beneath her shattered completely, and she fell—plummeting into an endless blackness where there was no up or down, no right or left. Her body was suspended in the cold void, weightless, disoriented, as the very notion of existence started to break down. Time no longer flowed. There were no days, no hours, no seconds. She was stuck in a moment that never ended, but she could feel it—something was coming for her, something dark and insatiable.
The survivors were beginning to scream now. They were realizing the same truth she had—there was no escape from the void. The ground beneath their feet was disappearing, swallowed by the rift, and the sky above them had dissolved into a blackened mass. The atmosphere had become a thick, suffocating pressure, and all around them, the echoes of reality itself were collapsing.
Some tried to run, but there was nowhere to go. Their limbs twisted unnaturally as they flailed helplessly against the crushing force of the void. Each attempt to flee only pushed them deeper into the distortion, further into the nightmare. Time twisted and spun in impossible directions—flashes of the past, echoes of the future, everything blending together into an incoherent blur.
Mila’s mind began to unravel. Her thoughts fragmented, scattering in every direction. She couldn’t remember who she was, where she had come from. The world was collapsing around her, and her own sense of self felt like it was fading with every passing second.
And then, she saw it—a dark, shifting shape in the distance. At first, it was barely noticeable, just a shadow in the corners of her vision. But as the seconds stretched into eternity, the shape became clearer—a mass of black tendrils, shifting and writhing like living smoke. It was coming for her. It was coming for all of them.
It was not just a creature—it was the embodiment of the void, the thing that had been waiting for this moment. The thing that had always existed in the spaces between the stars, beyond the edge of the universe, waiting for the final alignment, the moment when the universe would finally break apart. It was the end of everything—of time, of existence, of meaning.
The survivors had no strength left to resist. The air was thick with despair, their minds unraveling as they were consumed by the void. There was no place for hope, no place for light. The darkness filled their lungs, drowning them as the last remnants of the universe were torn apart, collapsing into itself. Mila reached out, but her hands passed through nothingness, her body disintegrating into the black void.
The rift continued to widen, and with it, the last vestiges of existence—of time, of life—were consumed. The universe no longer existed. It was nothing but a memory, swallowed by the endless abyss.
There was no escape. No redemption. Only the endless, consuming void that devoured everything, even the idea of existence itself.
And as the last echo of humanity faded into the void, all that remained was silence—an eternal, crushing silence that had no end.
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The Planetary Alignment When the Heavens Fall Apart
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The Planetary Alignment: When the Heavens Fall Apart is a chilling collection of 35 dark and disturbing short stories that explores the terrifying consequences of a cosmic event that alters the fabric of reality.
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