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For there is no twist, there is no story, but this man.
Silence. Utter silence. The lonely room in a void. The only place he could go. The past was irrelevant. He peacefully slides away the traumas off what was once.
Earth is gone. The people he loved, vanished by the wild storm. An apocalypse came, decimated the planet. Evil and vile intentions behind it.
This room. The room of forever. Black and dead, it sat in a valley of nothingness. It was simple, really. He could reminisce on the cold days. Cry out loud. With no one to hear him, with no one to see him, with no one to… exist.
The dreadful noise became louder. It demanded something. It demanded him. It taunted him, in his mind and his body. Consuming him with the wrath of many forces. Soon he became used to it. Soon he became it.
And that was the end of it.