Within the vastness of the universe, the creation and demise of a galaxy is merely a fleeting, mottled streak. Gazing up at the night sky, one cannot help but feel a certain sorrow knowing that the conclusion is predetermined. Where will you and I be after countless years? The homeland, the flame of civilization, the earth, are merely tiny particles in the expanse of deep space. A moment in the celestial realm equates to a millennium in our world. Insect Ming’s existence is confined to autumn, and you and I are in a constant struggle over it. What lies at the end of deep space? ————Friends Group See the top post in the Book Friends Circle.