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The sun just imploded.
The moon broke free from its orbit.
Humanity begins to descend into chaos.
Life as we know it ceases to exist.
Floating endlessly through space.
A rock forever frozen in time.
This life is so short.
Existence is nothing more than pain.
Death is easy.
Long live the day of the black sun.
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