The black rift is a condescending eye above the feeble earth. It is the embodiment of hopelessness, the enemy that cannot be fought. It swiftly pulls up dust, dirt, and sand in a raging tornado, uproots trees and buildings like a hand picks a berry, and rips mountains off the face of the earth. Oceans become backwards waterfalls; plate tectonics are peeled off the earth like an onion, and the tiny, spinning ball stops for a moment, before being sucked into the ever-hungry mouth. Everything known to humanity is ended. Fast food restaurants, pie recipes, classic novels, and iguanas no longer exist.  Everything we had worked for, budgeted, or grown, all gone. Everything humans thought was incredible on earth no longer exists.  The universe with life on one tiny island is now just a desolate, empty space, where rocks crash into each other, stars burn out, and pressure and heat fluctuate. With no observers, there is no big or small, forever can happen in an instant, good and bad have no definitions. Nothing means anything.