How does one save the world?
The question whispers through his head like a calming wind as he walks through the space. Beneath his toes he can feel the darkness ripple with every step. The stars diminsh their brilliance in fear at this almighty being. He ignores the stars' stiff nonexistent greeting, he has better things to do any way. A space has become empty due to the recent distruction of life and rock.
So many times the violence could have been avoided, so many times it was only hightened. Is that the reason the planet is no more? Or was it because no one knew what to do? There was no hero on that planet that stood up with an strong voice yelling to stop the madness, there was no king with a magic sword.
"it is what it is." He tells himself and reaches down into the celestrial breaches of the universe. He tugs at the empty space where a lonely planet once sat. He streaches it and ties it into a not, making the nothingness