Round 3:
World is ending. Don't just imagine this, live it. You wake up on April 15 2024 at 8 am and everyone at home (or where ever you are staying) are very serious. Along with everyone you are watching the news. Our satellites have picked up an incoming asteroid that is 2024 G01 that is the size of our moon and will make an impact on earth in exactly 24 hours. This will wipe-out the entire species on the planet at 8 am April 16 2024.
Write with excruciating detail on the next 24 hours in your life. No word limits for this one.
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As the news of the impending asteroid impact sinks in, a heavy silence fills the room. A strange sense of peace washes over me. The weight of the world's end seems to lift from my shoulders, replaced by a profound tranquility. With no more worries, no more routines, and no more rushing against the relentless tick-tock of time, I find peace in the simplicity of existence.
As the hours slip by, I embrace the silence, every precious moment of this final countdown. There is a strange beauty in the stillness, a calm acceptance of the inevitable.
With a wistful smile, I decide to stay awake until the final hour, determined to meet my fate head-on with eyes wide open. At 7 am, I will allow sleep to claim me, sparing myself from the pain of witnessing the end.
There are no frantic phone calls, no tearful goodbyes. Instead, I choose to immerse myself in the present, relishing the simple joys of life that remain.
The streets are deserted. Yet, amidst the chaos, I find a strange sense of clarity.
I make my way to the market, the familiar sights and sounds offering a bittersweet reminder of the life I am about to leave behind. With a heavy heart, I gather ingredients for one final meal, in the comforts of home one last time.
As the biryani simmers on the stove, I take a moment to reflect on the life I have lived, the memories that have shaped me, and the dreams left unfulfilled. In this final hour, I find a strange sense of peace, a quiet acceptance of the inevitable.
With a sigh, I sit down to eat, savoring each mouthful as if it were my last. There is a certain irony in this final feast, a celebration of life.
And as the final moments slip away, I find myself filled with a strange sense of gratitude. Gratitude for the beauty of the world, for the love of those who have touched my life, and for the simple pleasure of a good meal shared with loved ones.
In the end, there is only peace. As the world fades into darkness, I close my eyes and embrace the silence, knowing that in this final moment, I am truly alive.