Mistakes, repeated… Deaths, repeated… And humankind, a creation of unending greed. Halls of parliament, burned to the ground. Women and children, brutally consumed. Warplanes that never landed. As the final embers of humanity slowly faded from the world, every living thing on the planet understood that day: their existence had neither value nor was it taken seriously. Perhaps it was because God had decided to bring an end to this decaying world that humanity failed to notice the silhouette watching them in the filthy, blood-red sky. And that it was, of course, the last night humanity would have to destroy itself, and the world, any further.
A future where calendars promised nothing bright. A humanity that had ended the planet's life. A world where 60 billion people fought for survival, and millions died every day. A world order no one would ever want to be born into a second time. Companies at war with one another. Cities, plundered. Nations and cultures, dead. In the midst of this life, where plagues and the sale of human flesh had skyrocketed due to starvation, a small, weak, weary child traveling with his family in the middle of the cold desert watched the stars with a mix of faint anxiety and comfort, only to realize the stars were watching him back. The little child, who knew nothing of this world but his mother's sorrowful love, unaware that this was in fact his last night, excitedly asked his mother to look at the sky. With a curiosity sparked by her child's excitement, his mother looked up, and collapsed where she stood, feeling her heart almost leap from her chest. The stars were not watching alone. The entire universe was focused on a single point: the small, black, and filthy world. And in that moment, a beam of light, hot enough to melt even the fading sun, appeared and began to erase the planet's surface from existence. Humans, mutated animals, polluted toxic water and soil—all were melted like butter, annihilated down to their very atoms. With the light of that night, red stains were left upon the little world. Immense red stains. In the instant the child understood—an instinctual awareness passed down through humanity's entire evolution that they were about to be erased—he clung to his unconscious mother, for whom he felt a desperate love, with fear and with longing. And in just a few seconds, they became one of those red craters...