The planets shifted up and down, and left to right. They would be beautiful until the very end.

The sky’s are no longer grey but rather an intoxicating mix of rainbow hues. My cat’s fur stayed the same dark black it always was — absorbing the light and letting none out.

My cat didn’t look at me; it was captivated by the clashing of planets up ahead. I’ve failed. At my duty, role, and only purpose in life. However, it didn’t seem so bad.

The humans under me protested. Screamed at me to stop. But I saw the ugliness in their gazes and raspiness in their voices.

Nothing compared to the scene of destruction which would be beautiful until the very end.