It’s the end of the known universe.
Buildings, world-round, are hollow mountains: silently begging for tenants. Grasslands have blended into the cities: reclaiming their long-lost territory. The sun burns intensely: making daylight uninhabitable. The night sky, now filled with supernova after supernova, is slowly trudging toward it’s final rest. The moon is only fragments of it’s younger self.
Due to an unforeseen [yet completely inevitable] catastrophe, every human has died.
Save for one person.
As he writes his last Will and Testament, a pulsating light beckons him.
On the other side lay the key to fixing the grandest riddle…
…“Why does the Omniverse still exist?”