I am Sally, a Cosmic Human.

By harnessing the powers of black holes and magical supersystems, our civilisation managed to sustain unbelievable technological growth over the years.

Though we have spread out across many systems around the local universe, nothing has ever appeared to stop us.

We even created some immortal creatures from ancient science fiction novels as a pinnacle of our scientific achievement.

They were a huge success, but they’re just additional burdens now.

A black hand, of galactic proportions, is tearing through the fabric of spacetime.

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It is crushing all in its path, and many galaxies have been destroyed already.

It is in one of our last Bastion Starcrafts that we try to find our past creations.

The dark ripper seems to imprison all that it grasps for another lifetime of spiritual torment. We could detect the quintillions of harvested souls screaming in agony.

Even if us Cosmic Humans are extinguished, we will fulfil our responsibility to not let our creations endure the same fate.

So, we unleash rays of Holy Starfire to humanely end the lives of our children.

The black hand comes. Though we know it is hopeless, we shall fight on to the end. Our Starcraft is about to self-destruct, with the power of a million suns.

Even if we can harm it just one bit, it could be enough to deter it from harming innocent mortals. That will be enough to satisfy our responsibilities as their protectors.

The end is coming. The black hand is enclosing on us, the last Cosmic Humans.

An infinite brilliance, inverting the very matrix of reality.

We are melting away, but…

The black hand is unharmed.

We have tried our best.