There was no apocalypse. No day of reckoning. Oh, there was war. Disease. Famine. But there was no climax.

And there was no one else.

It was the future they had dreamed of. All those hopes for a better tomorrow finally realized. Yet something was missing.

And every success, every failure, every thought, feeling, emotion, and action began to lose its color.

Days became months, years, and centuries, but they didn’t progress. They had hit a wall, but the urge to climb it wasn’t there. They wandered, lost.

And the universe grew more cold and lonely by the second.

It seemed like such a tragedy, the way humanity faded away. Thousands of years of struggle and triumph and defeat and persistence, but such a quiet end.

I turned my attention elsewhere.