....The Day We Became Dust
It started like a whisper in the wind—small tremors beneath the ground, flickers in the sky, the kind of signs that poets would have mistaken for omens. Scientists debated, leaders argued, and the common people looked up, their hearts caught between wonder and fear.
Then, the whisper became a roar.
A ship larger than any mountain appeared above the Earth, casting a shadow that stretched for miles. It did not descend. It did not send a message. It simply hung in the sky, silent and unbothered, like a predator watching its prey.
Rehaan stood on his balcony, his fingers wrapped tightly around the railing. The news channels had stopped broadcasting. The internet was failing. Streets once alive with noise and chaos had fallen into an eerie stillness.
Then, it happened.
A beam of light, thin as a thread, cut through the heart of the city. It made no sound, caused no explosion—just a quiet, perfect erasure. Buildings, roads, people… all vanished into nothingness.
Rehaan staggered back, breathless. His home, his memories, his very existence—gone, as if it had never been.
Across the world, the same fate unfolded. Paris disappeared before the Eiffel Tower could collapse. New York was swallowed before its streets could empty. The Great Wall of China crumbled without a single stone falling.
There were no warnings. No speeches. No cries for mercy.
Because to them, we were nothing.
Not enemies, not obstacles—just dust on the surface of a rock, swept away by a hand too vast to notice us.
Rehaan ran, though he knew there was nowhere to go. The sky cracked apart, revealing the end of all things. He fell to his knees, staring up at the endless dark.
He wanted to scream, but his voice would never reach them.
He wanted to fight, but his hands were empty.
He wanted to matter, but the universe had already forgotten.
And as the last city faded, as the last breath of humanity was stolen by the wind, the stars remained—cold, distant, eternal.
Unmoved.
Unbroken.
Uncaring.
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