In the heart of nothingness, a cold void stretches endlessly, swallowing stars and silencing time. Shadows drift like hollow memories, and whispers of vanished realms echo through the abyss. Sky and ground are indistinguishable, hope a fragile flicker. Here, in the yawning emptiness, existence trembles on the edge of oblivion. Nothing exists, No survivors. You are the Cubes. The final thing left. fill the empty void with your trail. Fill the emptiness.
