Chill

Life's last stand...

What's left of the living, in a future too distant to truly comprehend, struggle to hold together an artificial home. The ground beneath their feet struggles to disintegrate beneath them, the very atoms decaying, and they can barely hold the last home together with magic or science.

The last stars burnt out eons ago, the only energy left being the universes waning magic and the rotational force of the copious black holes, though even those dissolve eventually. Every piece of matter gone but the ones the final survivors have saved - Every planet, every moon, every other being who has ever existed, everything they have created.

The sky is black... The universe is cold.

It's truly amazing how strong life is, to survive here.

But everything must come to an end eventually.