Stories From The End

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Reason:Below is a archive of encrypted pages which have been added to the M.E.G database through currently unknown, presumably anomalous means. All content below is not to be taken seriously; no evidence of an 'Event' or any sort of the objects/phenomena described in these accounts are known to have occurred. This page will be updated as other entries are deciphered.
==AN ASHEN LAND==
The only sound that could be heard here was the low howling of a unseen, unfelt wind lapping against some imaginary surface, the clouds above roiling in their silent fury.
The ashen sands below my feet blew up and about with every step, billowing upwards in lazy contrails of black dust, settling back down on the ground in due time—soon, it was reverted, replaced back to its original configuration, as if it had not met the hard rubber soles of my worn-out shoes just a moment ago. I observed this curious spectacle emerging, rising inexorably to a magnificent peak, and then plummeting downwards, returning to nothing once again. In a fit of amusement—at least as close to it as I could feel in my current state—I repeated my steps in the same place, winding forwards and backwards, forwards and backwards, like a toy robot with a seized-up gear box. Again and again, I witnessed the cycle of change, the cycle of life: a ponderous activity which amounted to a net sum of precisely zero. 
With no small degree of sardonic self-reflection, I noted that like humanity, it was temporary. However, unlike my most fickle yet grand race, the periodic clouds of dust were infinitely repeatable: Mankind had no such benefit. After a moment of contemplation, I moved on, the faint noise of my breathing intensifying as I continued to trudge along towards wherever next I would find myself. I knew when the final dust cloud settled behind me, roughly when I was but thirty-odd steps away. 
I would imagine that for the rest of eternity, it would remain this way, as tranquil and as stoic as the heavens themselves; indeed, since I would be the last man to ever set foot in the place, or in any place, ever.
==NO LIGHT FOR THE BLIND==
I stood now in a familiar space, with mono-yellow walls, drab wallpaper, and the drone of fluorescent lighting. But the bulbs no longer glowed with painful intensity, as they were oddly dim, with some even flickering momentarily from time to time, casting instantaneous shadows that lurked at the corner of my eyes even after they had disappeared. I supposed that this place was also impacted by that event, but just to a lesser extent. My arrival in this godforsaken place seemed to have accelerated the decay, and as my feet thumped on the moist carpet, the hallway behind me plunged into darkness without warning.
I heard a noise that I had never wanted to hear again, freezing me in my tracks.
"Crea-a-a-k."
I turned around slowly, a face of abject horror plastered on my face. Was it here for me as well?
"Argh!"
My body recoiled as a unbearably bright radiance swept over and struck my face, leaving me temporarily unable to move as I tumbled to the ground with my hands covering my eyes. I struggled to my feet and opened my eyes a crack, still using my gloved hand as a shield to block out the brunt of the illumination.
There! There it was!
That horrible, ominous, evil thing.
The sight of a very normal, most ordinary wood door met me, slightly ajar. From the crack came that sheer wall of light, its power such as to be almost as if it was a tear in the very fabric of reality. I blindingly ran away, unknowing and uncaring of where I was and where I was going. All I wanted was to stay as far from that accursed door as possible; to flee from the greatest source of light in this solitary realm, even if I knew it was futile.
Something kept me from entering that door: it was not the fact that it was singlehandedly responsible for the extinction of the human race; it was not that I instinctively felt that it would be the end of who I had been for thirty-six years; it was not even that I wanted to continue living. Nay. If I were to put it into words, I was the last traveler, a blind traveler in a vast and terrible kingdom, whose only reason for living was to reach the end of this boundless land. It was almost as if I was divinely charged with this...this mission.
When I came to, I was in the darkness of the now-forgotten sea. I knew my journey was far from over.
I continued on.
==BLUE, SEA, AND SKY==