Nihility.
Those lives forgotten, those laments unheard, those stories of rise and fall unsung... this is a forgetfulness more terrifying than death.
This is nihility.
Even the cockroaches wandering the wasteland shall be obliterated. All living creatures, all traces of history, are nihility in the face of inevitable destruction.
When stars turn into black holes, when the light of the stars completely vanishes, even if a planet is not crushed by a possible supernova explosion, everything upon it becomes meaningless.
So...
"There can be a Spark..."
The white-haired youth spoke with a tremble in his voice: "The hope for the revival of civilization? That's not the goal, it's merely a hope... it's just a tombstone, a tombstone to resist nihility..."
"A certain defeat. Facing an enemy impossible to win against, facing a doomed ending, the last struggle to emerge from inevitable despair... a tombstone named Spark."
[Yes, you finally understand]
