❝ 𝙉𝙤 𝙇𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧 𝙃𝙪𝙢𝙖𝙣 ❞ LONG HIATUS

[𝙸𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗]

A new story begins, the universe shifts.

As one chapter comes to an end, another begins, and with it, a new arc in one's life begins to take shape.

The stars, once steady and unchanging, now seem to quiver with a nervous energy as they shift and rearrange themselves into new and strange constellations. The galaxy itself morphs and twists, a writhing mass of light and dark matter.

But this is no mere cosmic dance. It is the beginning of the end.

The very fabric of reality shudders and shakes as the universe lurches towards its final moments. The laws of physics, once so immutable, now seem to be breaking down, their once-solid foundations crumbling away like so much dust in the wind.

As the stars continue to rearrange themselves, their light flickering like a dying flame, a sense of despair settles over everything. The end is near, and there is nothing anyone can do to stop it.

The galaxies themselves, once vast and awe-inspiring, now seem small and insignificant in the face of this cosmic cataclysm. The very foundations of existence are crumbling, and all that remains is an overwhelming sense of loss and grief.

Time itself seems to be coming undone, its threads unraveling like a sweater pulled apart by a child.

But this is no mere cosmic dance. It is the beginning of the end.

(Y/N) stands at the precipice of a new beginning, unaware of the fact that the end is drawing near. The world around her seems normal, familiar, and yet, there is a sense of unease that clings to her like a shadow.

She can't quite put her finger on it, but something feels off, as though the very fabric of reality is fraying at the edges. The air is heavy with a sense of foreboding, a feeling that something momentous is about to happen.

But (Y/N) is not privy to the knowledge of what that might be. She goes about her day-to-day life, unaware of the cosmic forces that are gathering around her. The stars in the sky seem to twinkle with a strange intensity, and the moon hangs low and heavy, casting an eerie glow across the world.

But still, (Y/N) carries on, blissfully unaware of the fact that the end of the beginning is drawing near. She goes about her routine, going to school, going to work, spending time with friends and family, unaware of the seismic shift that is about to occur.

The universe itself seems to be holding its breath, waiting for the moment when everything will change. The stars shift and dance, the galaxies twist and morph, and yet, (Y/N) remains unaware of the impending cataclysm.

It is a strange and eerie feeling, to know that something is coming, but to be powerless to do anything about it. The end of the beginning is drawing near, and (Y/N) is caught in the middle, a mere pawn in a cosmic game that she doesn't even know is being played.

And so, (Y/N) continues on, oblivious to the fact that everything is about to change. The world around her seems normal, familiar, but the universe itself is about to be reborn, a new beginning emerging from the ashes of the old.