"The day the sky went quiet, I didn't have anyone left to call. No family, no home. Just a small empty room at the edge of the city and the noise of people living lives I wasn't part of.
Just like any other morning – buses running late, alarms beeping and people arguing online, it turned into quite a mystery.
The city was alive, loud and full of strangers. Then at 9:00 a.m., every screen blinked white. Phones, billboards, drones, even the sky cams all showing one word:
"REBUILDING."
Nobody panicked at first, we just stared. We thought it was another government glitch, another system crash that would get patched by noon. But then, the sky started to change.
The air then started to hum. It wasn't loud, it was under everything – as if the world itself was trembling.
Streetlights flickered, birds flew in circles and started to drop mid-air. The clouds above…they weren't drifting, they were moving. It was as if something was pulling them from the inside.
Then the ground pulled, the walls of my room started glowing faint blue, like veins of light pulsing through them.
I reached for my cup of water, but it froze in the air, pixel by pixel before fading like smoke. Everything around me began breaking down – the floor, the bed, the city skyline outside my window.
The world wasn't collapsing; it was being deleted from existence.
I ran into the street, but people were already fading into static. Cars half-gone, buildings glitching into empty space. Then…the sky split open.
It wasn't thunder; just a white crack stretching across the heavens like a broken screen.
Then I heard it. A voice, soft, calm yet completely wrong.
"Correction complete. Rebuilding initiated."
After that, the light swallowed everything. Everything was gone; the sky, the noise, the street, everything was gone. It felt like just a dream, not hurting at all.
That was the day the world ended."
These were just memories.