The Cosmic Vigil

Four skeletal figures stood beneath an unending red moon in the cold, dark expanse beyond the cosmic veil. A curious apostle, a devoted follower of these enigmatic beings, approached them. "Is it time yet?" she asked. "No, still no silence. Let us maintain our watch in peace," said Famine, the smallest and most short-tempered among them. An hour in their realm equated to hundreds in the observed one, yet the ever-persistent tiny blue dot continued its existence, humming a faint song as it danced in the stardust. The figures, never yielding to impatience, remained vigilant, awaiting the song's culmination to fulfil their duty—ushering in the apocalypse and upholding their responsibilities ...View all