A long time ago, a man leaned against the back of a tree to catch their breath.

"I'm tired." He said to no one in particular. The only sound that was heard was the rustle of grass as the wind blew by. Night was rather tranquil in the forest.

His eyes fell towards the ground as below his eyes was an unhealthy shade of black. His hair was white, for the most part but one could see his hair turning darker by the moment before white ink seemed to pour from his head.

"I'm done. After today, I'm going to break my promise to them. What's the point of living such a meaningless life like this?"

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He muttered. A dove landed on a tree and cooed at him.

"I know."

Even now, at the end of everything; he still wanted to keep that foolhardy promise.

"Please forgive me, it's too lonely to go on anymore. If only I could change that day. I'm sorry."

The man's face paled as he stopped forcing himself to live, using all that energy keeping himself alive and reversing it all at once, to execute a final blow.

The last human had died, after cutting through everything at neck height from him to the horizon.

His fading eyes captured the beauty of dawn. Yet his absence of lungs didn't stop him from silently saying.

"To a new tomorrow."

Someone unseen whispered,

"Like the next day will never arrive."