The universe trembled in its final breath, stars collapsed, galaxies crumbled to dust. Energy erupted like a thousand hidden volcanoes, time’s river bent, dark and relentless.

Winds of cosmic forces howled through the void, even light faltered, lost between collapse and escape. Planets knelt in silence, their skies black, where nothing could exist as it once had.

And there they stood the gods, without fear, without tears, only the clear light of consciousness, watching all, while the universe held its breath.

All was dying, yet in their sharp, silent gaze, they saw not just the end, but the seed of something yet to grow.