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20.22 pm.??.??.????. Nowhere.

An event of blasphemous origin came hitting down on lots of humans making sure to exist properly. In the cold chilly 12 o'clock, which seemed more or less like the darkest hour before dawn, a lunar strike was witnessed. This streak blinded everybody no matter how much they tried to look away, and mused a fluorescent shade of pearly white.

Everyone was blinded by it, no matter how hard they tried to avert their eyes from such principience of Darkness, and the next thing they knew was that they were waking up.

Nobody knew what sagged down Earth that miraculous midday, hence for sure, the midday struck people as tranquil but sober that day, yet the results elapsing after the happening were stupendous. How could a lunar eclipse censor all awareness out of the human body? All work of matter and human conscience had been re-paused. The cement of human existence had been the vast majority of things that had happened behind the veil of their egocentric understanding. Would there be remnants of their fates damned in whole eons of éternity? Protrudently. Would there be evidence of Soul? Would there be evidence of good death? Would there be evidence of life?

A miraculous campaign started it all. A kind of revolution, akin to a long-delayed eruption began the evolution of Eternity. Not the last. The second. The third but the first eruption that kicked off All-in-All. Then menagerie followed. Stars, galaxies, Universes – everything stepped in to form a brisk unified blitz, made available by some celestial force. They formed disastrously complicated, yet so simple, a blessing here and a meander there. A Nihilist on the left and an Existentialist on the right. Following annihilation, no Meaning arises.

There was a way, and now there wasn't. Chaos and entropy. A messy organization. Then Darkness. An advantage.

Then Light-

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The planets - like tiny atoms. Stars. Nothing but specks in the eternal night sky and Milky Way itself a little plate with a light blue dessert on it. A sphere glowed softly in the dark.

The sphere, at first, seemed like nothing but a white blob surrounded by sheer darkness; however, its edges were transitioning into black, leaving behind a grey, misty colour. The blob then grew in volume by the illusions of the fourth dimension, and remained the same, never shifting, never changing. If one looked at it for a long time, it would be expanding, veiling one's whole sight with an irrational mix of whiteness and blackness. And soon, the colours would swirl, letting out a prominent grey colour – the product of black and white. However, some spurts of white could still be visible. Until one wished to look away.

No space bodies were in sight at first, when the sphere started its journey. Not even a pathetic meteorite, so small yet so dangerous to a distant planet found their sanctuary here, no – it wasn't a sanctuary. Beyond the countless light-years, beyond the countless stars that kept going further away from the Milky Way, their light reaching Earth in an insanely long time period, there had existed a sphere, a phenomenon that no scientists, not even Macarius Mascar, could have imagined. But why focus on material things, when one has so much more to think about? There was Light. Dark. The Grey, the "middle" period, as many once believed. The sphere wasn't surrounded only by light of grey and dark colours. It was surrounded by some other light, the light that looked like destruction and endless hatred. It was fire. Green fire.

It advanced at the speed of light, at a velocity of three hundred million meters per second. But where? Where was Earth? Where was finity? In this abandoned corner of the vast cosmos, who could know where anything was? It got mixed up. Forget about the exoplanets, stars, and gas giants. Think about dust, rocks of a poor diameter of seven millimeters. Where was that Earth again?

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