She was the last human alive. It was a privilege, an honor to be the last empress of planet Earth, with an entire, planet wide empire under her dominion. And yet with no people to rule over, that power was as empty as the the amount of empty Space in the Universe.

And if once she had been the most powerful human on the planet, ruling over the entire human race, subjugating people to bow in respect of Her Majesty, and royally commanding them to her will so that together they could forge the future according to her will. Now she too subjugated to that royal power because becoming the last human had brought her against her will under the dominion of loneliness, a force outside her control that pushed her to bow down and accept a fate as a servant of solitude.

But there was hope! Some might say there was light at the end of the tunnel. In this case, the light originated at the light springs of the Universe: the stars. The lightrays arrived directly from their sources to planet Earth, and arrived indirectly when reflected by planets, moons, and other celestial bodies spread throughout the Universe. As long as there was light in the Universe, there was hope of escaping solitude. And as long as there were galactic masses out there, there was hope for life and a chance for humankind to start over as the empress queen gave birth as a mother to Eve.

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