Heralds of different reigns travel different planes,
overlapped timelines on the brink of dark ages.
Hope embodiments, brewed by eminent across galaxies,
searching the zero to unveil the universe mysteries.
Furrowing through an never-ending scenery,
they follow the red lines, passing EROs to seek HEROs desperately.
But for who?
They carry messages like maggot flies,
falling into dead civilizations ears rotten by vices.
Heralds became Kings,
cursed last memories of the livings.
The line comes to an end.
The last frontier is just a graveyard,
fattening near breaking point the belly of the quasar,
calling forth the doom clock's bang.
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Challenges: SciFi Short Stories
Science FictionAll stories were submitted as part of a challenge on wattpad. Feel free to dive in in any order you like. Enjoy!
