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Hours had passed, and twilight was gently washing upon the capital. Only Avon Fitz remained, staring into the pastel sky with his warm, auburn eyes. The sun shone brilliantly, a vivid crimson that pierced the horizon. Avon leaned back, reflecting upon the pleasures and pains of his life, and embracing them both. --- --- The asteroid drew nearer, slicing the atmosphere and filling it with majestic streaks of light. It was the end times. Avon breathed heavily, searching his soul for something, anything to give him one last spark of hope, perhaps a god he hadn’t acknowledged or an afterlife he hadn’t conceived, but he found nothing within himself. Avon knew there was to be no more. This final, transcendental realization shook him to his very core. All of humanity’s progress from its humble beginnings, its art, its culture, its legacy, all the triumphs and failures of humanity and everything in between culminated to this, a past without a future, a civilization that may as well have never existed. Nothing awaited Avon on the other side. All there was and ever could be lay in front of him, the zenith of humanity, their greatest victory; yet, like all things, for nothing. Avon laughed, salty tears trickling down his cheekbones. He laughed, laughed again, laughed yet harder, until he was gasping for air, crying, crying and crying and aching for anything, anything more than the fate that awaited him, anything beyond, anything. Why was there nothing more, why? The stars caressed the night, the beautiful stars, with planets that mankind had never known, and now, never could. Perhaps there was a far-off world around a distant star, thriving with happy peoples looking up at the same sky, searching for their purpose as well. The earth trembled. Avon could cry no longer. Ineffable emotions swallowed him whole. Had he done enough? What is enough? Did anything matter? No. Not anymore. There was only Avon and the asteroid left, one final war, the unstoppable force versus the immovable object; Avon, the immovable, who, in his final days of life, had been moved very much indeed, had felt love and sorrow and compassion all too late, yet felt none the less. And now Avon was ready. Acceptance had finally come, or perhaps he had realized the futility of weeping with no one left to comfort him. Regardless, it was time, and the asteroid’s fiery trail now gashed through the clouds, which bled red light. Avon’s eyes widened as he stared skyward, as an infant seeing its mother for the first time does. He reminisced of the days of his youth, the days he thought would never end, days that had come and gone too soon. Images of his mother, his father, his brother flooded his mind. The asteroid drew nearer. His dear mother, who had raised him through sweat and tears, his strong father, who raised him to survive in the cold, unforgiving world, his brother, who taught him camaraderie and sociability. Avon quivered. And what of his dream, his vision for the world? He cared no more. The asteroid drew nearer. He only had a sole thought; he wished he had loved and lived more. Perhaps there was a great beyond. Perhaps the universe was merciful in its nature and gave second chances. Perhaps. The asteroid drew nearer. If only. If only there could be a beyond. Avon held on to hope; despite how unlikely it seemed, hope was all he had left with him at his end. The asteroid drew nearer. He could only hope. The asteroid drew nearer. There was only hope. The asteroid drew nearer. He spoke to himself, to anyone who might have been listening, to the empty sky. “Thank you.” The asteroid drew nearer. The asteroid drew nearer. The asteroid drew nearer. Avon smiled.

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時間が経っていたとミステリーを首都に優しく洗っていた。エイボン フィッツだけ残った、彼の暖かい、オーバーン目パステルの空に凝視しています。太陽は地平線をピアス鮮やかな深紅色を鮮やかに、輝いていた。エイボンには快楽と苦痛の彼の人生を振り返り、それらの両方を受け入れるに跳ぼいます。------小惑星近寄って、sl

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Time has passed and was gently washed capital mystery. The staring at him only Avon Fitz remained the warm Auburn eyes pastel sky. Sun was shining bright, piercing a vivid Crimson horizon. The pleasures and pains of his life pretending to Avon

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時間は経過し、資本の謎を優しく洗われました。彼を見つめて、エイボン フィッツだけ温かいオーバーン目パステルの空に残った。太陽が明るく輝いていた、鮮やかな深紅色の地平線をピアス快楽とエイボンふりをして彼の人生の苦痛

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And over time, gently washed the mystery of capital. Left Auburn eyes pastel stared at him and Avon Fitz only warm air. Horizon of a bright red color, the sun shone brightly, with piercing pleasure and Avon pretend his life suffering

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そして時間とともに、静かに首都の謎を洗った。 Left Auburnの目のパステルが彼を見つめ、Avon Fitzは暖かい空気しか見なかった。明るい赤色の地平線、太陽が明るく輝き、穿孔喜びとエイボンは彼の人生の苦しみをふりまえる

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And over time, I quietly washed the mystery of the capital. The pastel of Left Auburn's eyes gazed at him, and Avon Fitz saw only the warm air. A bright red horizon, the sun shines brightly, piercing pleasure and Avon pretend to suffer in his life

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そして、時間の経過とともに、私は静かに首都の謎を洗った。 Left Auburnの目のパステルが彼を見つめ、Avon Fitzは暖かい空気しか見なかった。明るい赤い地平線、太陽が明るく輝き、喜びを穿き、エイボンは人生で苦しむふりをする

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And over time, I quietly washed the mystery of the capital. The pastel of Left Auburn's eyes gazed at him, and Avon Fitz saw only the warm air. A bright red horizon, the sun shining brightly, with joy, Avon pretends to suffer in life

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そして、時間の経過とともに、私は静かに首都の謎を洗った。 Left Auburnの目のパステルが彼を見つめ、Avon Fitzは暖かい空気しか見なかった。明るい赤い地平線、明るく輝く太陽、喜びで、エイボンは人生で苦しむふりをする

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And over time, I quietly washed the mystery of the capital. The pastel of Left Auburn's eyes gazed at him, and Avon Fitz saw only the warm air. A bright red horizon, a brightly shining sun, with joy, Avon pretends to suffer in life

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そして、時間の経過とともに、私は静かに首都の謎を洗った。 Left Auburnの目のパステルが彼を見つめ、Avon Fitzは暖かい空気しか見なかった。鮮やかな赤い地平線、明るく輝く太陽、喜びで、エイボンは人生で苦しむふりをする

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And over time, I quietly washed the mystery of the capital. The pastel of Left Auburn's eyes gazed at him, and Avon Fitz saw only the warm air. A bright red horizon, a brightly shining sun, with joy, Avon pretends to suffer in life