Ang, now its your turn to update
Yesterday I woke up, started this pic and finished 11 hours later. I forgot about precalc, not to mention lunch and dinner. Plus my mp3 player was stolen, blah. But anyway, do you think there are too many stars and does the title make any sense?
This is the only way it can end, you see. A collision, before the Earth, in old age, sheds its moon and tires of ever-shifting plates, before it dies, rasping and coughing to the very last. A collision, before the glory of a nova overshadows this world that preserved, through all impossibilities, life.
I wonder if I’d watch that beautiful finale; a planet so close that gravity cancels out in the space between worlds and we can fly.
This is the only way it can end because I am sure that on impact a piece of Earth, a relic with just the beginnings, will escape to somewhere in the distance. Where it lands: a cell, a spore, a tree’ll emerge and breathe life into a dead world; great cities with spires and columns and towers will climb, up, up, up until the Earth is reborn.