Nothing remains of what was. All is lost, save what is left of the ancient buildings of man. No rushing rivers, nor lush vegetation. Only the cold, hard stone remains. That, and you. You, the last living being alive, forever in isolation, alone until the end of time. Your only purpose, although insignificant in the eyes of the universe, is all that matters to you. And that purpose... will never be found, by you or the universe. And yet, you try. Even though you know your attempts are futile, you try and try to find a meaning of your tiny insignificant idea that is life. Only by the will of the universe could a cooperation be decided that would show the true meaning of life.
This is a short story.
Listen to this while you read.