ewig und flüchtig:
Aufgelöst, wie zuvor,
wider dem, was ist.
‘Why do you do it? Why the endless struggle?’
‘Because I decided so.’
‘You’re gonna get what you deserve.’
Only a few times more our sun will rise, the darkness has almost consumed us. What will be our legacy? What of our culture, all the grand accomplishments, our art and science, our wisdom, our truths. Will it all just vanish?
Is there anyone, or anything going to come and save us? Our souls, our children? Will there be a future? No grand colony ships have been completed, no great effort pursuit. We failed. Greed. Corruption. Panic. Nothing could save even the wealthy. The End.