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The person yelled into the void in front of him, “BITCH!” And the endless void did not respond. Of course it does not, it is inorganic.
It’s just… There, in that all-white realm the humans call “home”, where everything was all black lines on a blank piece of paper, oddly clinical. A deep hole of nothingness, colored like a combination of coexisting gray, black, and white that may stare back at you or be too tired to stare back at you.
It ain’t care.
———The humans did, however.
They flocked over, following the person, and each yelled “BITCH!” into the void.
Nobody knows why they are doing it. But a sense of anger and responsibility flared up in them as they heard the first yell.
One yelled. Then ten. Then hundreds. They crushed to the edge like falling dominoes, each spilling into the next. No one thought. They just moved.
Each of them ran to the crumbling edge of the void and yelled “BITCH”, then stood there. Motionless. Lifeless. Eyes darkening into a grayish black. Head slightly tilted down.
The initial person started preparing for something. He crouched down, and stared into the void. The void did not respond, as usual. Nobody else responded either.
But before he can take a move, an other person did what he wanted. She jumped into the void, head-first.
So he did, too. Then another. Then all.
Why the fuck not. They are carbon-based matter that are self-functional if provided the right materials, called nutrients, because their structure is made up through millions and billions of years of test-and-fail.
And the people jumped. It’s like a waterfall, but instead of dihydrogen monoxide it’s Homo sapiens. Pouring into the deep dark nothingness due to matter creating a dip in an invisible field.
And disappearing. Once, and for all.
The void did not respond. Just existed there. Like that.
And after all of them had gone in there———nobody knows what happened to them———the void closed. Its edges shrunk, and at last it went back into the plain white ground it once was.
And nothing was heard of the realm ever since. Not a single sound.
The wind stopped, no longer was the world rotating. The trees died, wilting as if the invisible thing supporting it up vanished. The houses crumbled, their wood and concrete decaying in an instant. The other organisms sighed into dust.
The only thing present now, is the cold light from the sky. If there even was a sky in the first place.
The surface above the ground where the nihilistic vacant darkness once existed did not change into night. No moon rises. No tides happened. No currents. No ENSO. No nothing. No birds chirping, no dogs barking.
Nothing happened.
Never ever again.