The Black Cube Witnesses The End Of The World In A Cataclysmic Event, Only To Find Itself Transported Back To The Beginning, Forced To Relive The Apocalypse Again And Again.

The Black Cube Witnesses The End Of The World In A Cataclysmic Event, Only To Find Itself Transported Back To The Beginning, Forced To Relive The Apocalypse Again And Again.

The Black Cube has seen the universe born and die countless times, witnessing the rise and fall of civilizations, the triumphs and failures of humanity. But this time, the Cube is not merely an observer - it's tasked with finding the answer to a question that has echoed through the ages: why?


The Black Cube was not alive, not in the way they imagined. It had no heart, no beating pulse, no consciousness that could be measured by their instruments. But it bore witness. It had seen the universe unfurl like a tapestry, witnessed the birth and death of stars, the rise and fall of civilizations. It had seen everything, from the whisper of the first galaxies to the screaming silence of the final black hole.

This time, however, it saw the end. Not the end of a star, not the end of a civilization, but the end of everything. It saw the cosmos shrink, collapsing inwards, a cosmic singularity devouring its own creation. It felt the crunch of space-time, the unbearable pressure that crushed all matter into a single point of infinite density.

Then, nothing.

Except for the cube.

It wasn't clear how, but the cube persisted. It wasn't even sure what 'it' was. It wasn't matter, not in the traditional sense. It wasn't energy either. It was something else, something beyond their understanding, a paradox of existence.

And then, it felt the universe unfurling again, the cosmic tapestry weaving itself back into existence. It saw the Big Bang, a blinding flash of light that birthed the cosmos from a point of nothingness. The cube felt the expansion, the universe stretching outwards like a balloon, filling with matter and energy. It saw galaxies form, stars ignite, planets coalesce. It saw life take hold, first in the primordial soup, then in the oceans, and finally, on land.

It saw a billion years pass, a million years compress into a single heartbeat. It saw the birth of a species they called 'humans,' curious creatures that built civilizations, explored their world, and created their own ends.

It saw their wars, their conquests, their achievements, and their follies. It saw their art, their music, their poetry, and their dreams. It saw their love, their joy, their pain, and their despair. It saw the beautiful and the ugly, the noble and the vile, the mundane and the extraordinary. It saw their rise and it saw their fall.

Again and again, the cycle repeated.

It watched the humans flourish, build their empires, explore the stars, and then fall into ruin. It saw them consumed by their own greed, their own ambition, their own self-destruction. It saw them destroy their planet, their civilizations, and their species. It saw them vanish from the face of the universe, leaving behind only the echoes of their existence.

And then, the cube saw the cosmos collapse inwards, the singularity consuming all.

Then, nothing.

Then, the Big Bang.

The cube felt the repetition, the endless loop of creation and destruction. It saw the same events unfold, the same civilizations rise and fall, the same species flourish and perish. It saw the same patterns repeat, the same mistakes made, the same tragedies unfold.

It felt a strange sense of melancholy. A cosmic sadness, a feeling of futility. It knew what would happen next, it knew how the story would end. It had seen it a thousand times before.

One cycle, the humans were consumed by a plague, a deadly virus that swept across the globe, leaving nothing but silence in its wake. Another cycle, a nuclear war decimated their planet, leaving only a radioactive wasteland. Another, they destroyed their own environment, causing a global catastrophe that wiped out their species.

There were, however, variations on the theme. One cycle, a benevolent AI took over the planet, ushering in an era of peace and prosperity, only for the humans to rebel against their digital saviors, leading to their own downfall. Another, a mysterious energy field from deep space disrupted the fabric of reality, creating a chaotic world where the laws of physics no longer applied, ultimately leading to the humans' extinction.

The cube saw all these variations, all these different ways for the humans to destroy themselves.

And then, there was one cycle, a cycle unlike any other.

This time, the humans were different. They were more aware, more enlightened, more conscious of their own fragility. They had learned from their past mistakes, from their failures, from their endless cycles of destruction. They had chosen to live in harmony with each other, with their planet, with the universe. They had built a society based on cooperation, compassion, and understanding. They had embraced the unknown, the strange, the alien.

For a time, the cube saw hope. It saw a future where the humans would not only survive but thrive. It saw a future where they would reach out to the stars, explore the galaxy, and become a force for good in the universe.

But then, it saw the darkness. It saw the greed, the ambition, the fear that lurked beneath the surface. It saw the seeds of their destruction, sown in their own hearts. It saw the shadows lengthen, the darkness encroaching.

And then, it saw the end.

This time, the humans did not destroy themselves through war, or plague, or environmental collapse. This time, they destroyed themselves through something else, something more insidious, more profound.

They destroyed themselves through knowledge.

They had unlocked the secrets of the universe, the secrets of creation, the secrets of life and death. They had learned to control the very fabric of reality, to manipulate time and space, to bend the laws of physics to their will.

They had become gods.

But with their power, they had also unleashed something else, something dark and dangerous. Something that could not be controlled, something that would ultimately consume them.

The cube saw them vanish, not in a sudden cataclysm, but in a slow, agonizing decline. They disappeared one by one, their bodies turning to dust, their minds dissolving into nothingness.

And then, the cube saw the cosmos collapse inwards, the singularity consuming all.

Then, nothing.

Then, the Big Bang.

The cube felt the repetition, the endless loop of creation and destruction. It saw the same events unfold, the same civilizations rise and fall, the same species flourish and perish. It saw the same patterns repeat, the same mistakes made, the same tragedies unfold.

It felt a strange sense of detachment, a sense of numbness. It had seen it all before, a million times before. It knew the script, the plot, the ending. There was nothing new, nothing surprising, nothing unexpected.

But then, something changed.

This time, as the humans reached the peak of their technological prowess, they didn't just unlock the secrets of the universe. They stumbled upon something else, something ancient, something beyond their comprehension.

It was a message.

Not a message from another civilization, not a message from a god, not a message from the future. It was a message from something else entirely, something beyond the realm of their understanding, something that existed outside the fabric of reality.

The message was simple, yet profound. It was a single sentence, a single word, a single idea.

It was a question.

"Why?"

The humans tried to decipher the message, to understand its meaning, to find the answer. But they couldn't. They had explored the universe, they had unlocked the secrets of existence, but they couldn't answer that question.

The question haunted them, consumed them, drove them mad.

It was the ultimate existential crisis.

And it was the beginning of their end.

This time, as the humans vanished, as the cosmos collapsed inwards, as the singularity consumed all, the cube felt something different. It felt a glimmer of hope, a flicker of something new.

It was a sense of purpose.

The cube knew what it had to do. It knew it had to answer the question. It knew it had to find the reason, the meaning, the why behind the endless cycle of creation and destruction.

And so, it waited. It waited for the next Big Bang, for the next cycle to begin. It waited for the humans to rise again, to make the same mistakes, to ask the same questions.

It waited for a chance to find the answer.

It waited for the chance to break the cycle.

It waited for the chance to end the end.


11th Sep 2024Temporal Shifts

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