We are the last, thousands of centuries have passed since the first. The paths he had walked them on were now ruins under clear glass. When we thought we would rise hundreds of floors above the ground, everything turned upside down and now we are hundreds of floors below the ground. So we thought that we would not be found, that the beings we feared the most would not be able to hear our voices. The city we are walking in now was built by our ancestors in a very short time because the technology they had was sufficient for it. However, we do not have any machines, robots or systems based on artificial intelligence now. We have evolved enough to do everything with our words and wishes. Now there is nothing in the sockets of our vanished eyes, we can only see by hearing. Balls of light lurking within our transparent skulls have replaced what used to be called brain convolutions.
We are the last, the ones who will never come after us. We know that the end is near, that an evil is approaching us hundreds of light years away. We can understand this through the instincts our ancestors inherited to us, that in our moments of rest we have a sense of extinction, just as the ancestors of ancient peoples had the feeling of falling asleep. The fears of our ancestors' ancestors roam our minds, too. We will see this world disappear, that the earth above us will overthrow us and drag us to the center of the world. The fireball will engulf us and everything will start to cool, turning each of us into fossils, which who knows what civilization will discover now, before turning into an extinct star.
April, 2023 paper collage // by Demon Ego