The main objective of the beggining its his inexorable path towards the end.
J H Kempers, such as anybody else waited for the moment, but he waited differently, he didnt waited anxiously or fustrated, not with a single sign of angriness, he just waited because he knew that whatever he would do, he wouldnt change a thing.
J H Kempers walked threw the empty streets assured that he would be enjoying it usual and finest walk on the Old city's avenue.
The prodigious ancient buildings sidewalking the inner urban road gave a gothic melody to the silent beat of the end.
The sun grew highly in the sky as a raging inferno on the brink of explosion, J H Kempers felt warm, he picked up his tissue and cleaned his sweated forehead, an old lady and a small girl looked at him behind the courtains of a closed window near to the ground, he glimpsed the undesired attention and rapidly moved his eyes to the sidewalk.
He restarted walking knowing that the only thing he would meet in his future moments would be the end as thousands of millions tried to designed it, the final redemption or our Doomsday.
Still, J H Kempers just walked, untill the sun would finally face off the sky and the sky would no longer exist and he would be the same dust that originated him, his ancestors, his food, his garbage, cause sooner or later we get united by Fate, turning us into dust.
- Buru Har
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