The world is slowly emptying, bit by bit and piece by piece it fades and all we do is watch as the night sky is gradually and gracefully consumed by the nothingness. We hope that when our time comes it won't be painful. We hope that the nothing will treat us kinder than we've treated ourselves.
We hope it comes before realisation and despair sink in.
It won't be much longer, we are told by people who've been studying the nothingness ever since we caught a glimpse of a not-so-distant star fading into its embrace. They say that all the signs are there and we should start to see the outer worlds vanish one-by-one any day now.
We know our time is rushing to meet us - last night metal signs appeared on every beach in the world.
They were all eighteen feet tall and nearly thirty feet wide, all saying exactly the same thing:
The only other thing is nothing.
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