F.13.22 - I witnessed the end of the world.

I saw it—with my own two eyes. I could feel everything stop: the world had stopped spinning, the sun had stopped rotating, the wind had stopped moving—everything stopped.

I looked out the window, and I saw the sky. Oh, it was beautiful, but it was terrifying. It was a washed-out gray, the clouds had turned black, and it started to rain. The rain was acidic—I was inside the house, so I didn't feel it—but I saw and heard everyone screaming in pain.

Their flesh effortlessly melted off their bones, erasing their existence. There was this outline of a person in the center of the sky and they were just looking down as it all happened..

I was so scared, I wanted to go out and help, but what could I do? I stood there and watched as everyone died until the rain stopped and everything started again.

I went outside, and nothing had changed—but how? I saw it. I saw them all die, I saw the rain, the sky! I witnessed the end of the world. What does this mean? What do I do? When will it happen again? Can I stop it? I don't know. I just know that I have seen something nobody else has.

I now carry the burden of knowing without the power to stop it.