People never expect the world to end. People never think beyond their selves, that perhaps they are not the first civilization to rise and fall. That perhaps they are not the first planet to be swallowed by their sun. One thing that never changes is the inability to own our mistakes. Worlds have ended because of their people. People have ended their planets without realizing it. People tarnish the planet they live on, falling into cycles. Destruction loops, over and over.
 

History repeats itself.

History repeats itself until it realizes no one is listening, and then history stops. People think that the world ending means that everything ends. 

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Everything has to end.

But sometimes, not everything does. Sometimes, stardust congeals into a single breath. Because sometimes when the world ends the universe isn't ready to say goodbye.

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Not yet.

The universe holds on for as long as it can. It hasn't ended yet. 
 

Never is too soon.

When a world ends, people always know one thing. No one survives the end of the world. That is, no one used to survive. But something happened. The universe knew the world was dying, and tried to hold on to her. She struggled against the vastness of time, the impossibility of forever, and somewhere on a Wednesday, someone survived the end of the world.