The Transition of Worlds

In the distant future, Earth lay like a faded canvas, a world of ruins and loneliness. The cities, once vibrant with hope and noise, were now covered in lush vegetation that had invaded the remains of a forgotten empire. The oceans, greedy and merciless, had engulfed the coasts, erasing the borders of the ancient kingdoms. In this desolate world, only one man remained: Elyan.

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Elyan wandered among the rubble of a vanished civilization, days merging with nights in a symphony of silence. The legends of a time when the stars still twinkled and men weaved dreams seemed only whispers from the past. Now there was only the blowing of the wind, whispering shadows, echoes of a collapsed world.

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One day, while wandering among the rubble of an old library, Elyan received an unexpected visit. Death himself, draped in a black cloak as deep as the abyss, made his appearance. Its presence was both majestic and fearsome, a dark silhouette silhouetted against the devastated horizon.

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With icy gravity, Death advanced towards Elyan, announcing that the time had come for him to leave this world. She declared that humanity had breathed its last, that the stars had gone out. But Elyan, with a heart forged by the ordeal of solitude, stood up to face her.

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“I am the last of my line,” he whispered, his voice breaking the silence with quiet resolve. “I refuse to pass away without one last quest. There must be something left to discover. »

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Death, intrigued by this tenacity, accepted the challenge. She took a step back and slowly revealed her black cloak, revealing a bright light that pierced the darkness. Under this cape, far from the sinister figure that one might have imagined, stood a being of divine purity: an angel with outstretched wings, radiating splendor and gentleness.

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The angel, emerging from the shadows, had eyes full of compassion and a brightness that contrasted with the rigor of Death. “I am not just the end,” he whispered in a soft, melodious voice, like a caress on the wind. “I am also a transition, a passage towards something new. »

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Elyan, dazzled by this celestial vision, questioned the angel with desperate sincerity: “What will happen now? »

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The angel explained that the end of humanity was not a total dissolution, but a stage in an eternal cycle. The seeds of rebirth were sown in the depths of the cosmos, ready to germinate in another world, in another time. Elyan, the last witness of his species, possessed the power to choose the ultimate destiny of humanity. He could let the darkness fall or fight for rebirth elsewhere, in the far reaches of the universe.

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The angel held out a luminous hand to Elyan, offering him a choice: stay with Death, accept the end, or follow the angel beyond the stars to write a new epic for humanity.

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Elyan, despite the fatigue of years of solitude, chooses to follow the angel. He knew that the end was not an extinction, but a metamorphosis. With one last look of melancholy and hope at the dying Earth, he turned to the angel, ready to begin a journey toward new light and renewed opportunity for humanity.

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Death, freed from his role, observed Elyan's departure with a newly acquired serenity. She understood that her function was not only to announce the end, but to open the doors to new beginnings, dawns yet to be written.

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Elyan and the angel disappeared in a dazzling light, carried away by the cosmic winds. The Earth, now silent and attentive, patiently awaited the day when, perhaps, it would see life again, carried by the hopes of a last survivor and the promise of eternal rebirth.

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