ESCHATON...

The stars were going out. The skyline was dropping. It was as if the scores of the shining divine denizens were fading out one by one, like someone turned off the background lights on the universe. Galaxies went off, spinning in ways that were enough to defy every single law of physics known to any intelligence. Meteors in the distance, supernovas streaming, nebulas erupting out in the distance, black holes opening up around every corner. It was total mayhem. The sun popped out like a candle in the breeze. Planets zooming around, astral objects never seen before being tossed around – the sight seemed as if some eldritch being tossing around the celestial world as salad, getting ready for a meal. Fragments of life ever witnessed by the universe lay strewn around as broken pieces of a mirror, reflecting the cold bitter truth. Parts of the celestial world seemed to fall as if dropping under some influence into a bottomless pit. Ethereal sights as such were never meant to be witnessed by any life form and were as if Hell itself had opened up gates for recruitments. The sight would’ve been harrowing enough had there been any entity to view it from aside. Only there was no “side” to be. It was taking place everywhere. One would’ve paused to remember how it had started, with a big bang. Ironically the end, which came unnervingly near every second, seemed no different. Time ceased to exist. Events weren’t just events anymore. It was ethereal. It was something that could never be. It was something that was never meant to be, but had still been awaited. Something that was feared, by both mortal and immortal. It wasn’t about good or evil or who won. It was for their sole existence. The blue dot, called Earth, the sole host of life for trillions of light years didn’t seem so blue anymore. It was way too tinier to be even a dot. The cosmic cataclysm was all what they had predicted for centuries, and feared. Even the believers had wished with all their souls for it to be false. But it was not. It was now. It was then and there. It was the close of the Testament. Apocalypse. The end of eternity. The singular crunch. It was Judgment Day… at last…