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The War to End All Wars Ended Us

3D Render by Henry1850

The year was 2058. Humanity stood at the precipice of greatness. We had cured diseases once thought incurable, built cities that touched the clouds, and begun to explore the stars. Artificial intelligence had become our partner, not our master. Clean energy powered our homes, and the oceans were slowly healing. There were whispers of peace treaties that could have unified continents, and a global summit was planned to finally dismantle the last nuclear stockpiles.

But the summit never happened.
Conflicts, disputes, lies, and insurgencies escalated. Old wounds were reopened, and new ones carved deep. One by one, nations took sides, not in the name of justice or survival, but pride. Battles for dominion and control erupted until no one was safe. The world was consumed by war.

Someone—history will never know who—decided to push the button.

The end came quick. Eighteen thousand nuclear weapons detonated in a matter of hours. The sky turned black. The air became poison. The oceans boiled. Those few humans who survived the initial blasts perished slowly, their cries swallowed by the silence that followed. Eight billion souls vanished. Untold billions of species died. Forests turned to ash. Cities became tombs.
Nature, ever patient, began its grim task. It took over a hundred years to cleanse the Earth of our arrogance. Vines crept over steel. Rain washed away blood. The planet healed—but it did not forget.
Little remained of what humans built. No monuments. No libraries. No songs. Only fragments: a child’s toy buried in rubble, a rusted satellite drifting silently in orbit, a bunker deep underground where the first button was pushed.

Within the Milky Way, the Qevani watched.
They were an ancient race, woven into the fabric of time itself. They had listened to our radio chatter for centuries—our music, our laughter, our arguments, our dreams. They had seen our potential. They had hoped.

And then, one day, the chatter stopped.
The Qevani were stunned. They had believed in us. Believed that the species who painted masterpieces, who wrote poetry about stars, who wept at the birth of children, could rise above the animal instincts that once ruled them.

They sent a small team to investigate.

What they found was silence. A world once vibrant now lay in ruins. The team wandered through the skeletal remains of cities, through deserts of glass, through forests regrown over forgotten roads. They found no life. Only echoes.

In the bunker where the first button was pushed, they found a terminal still flickering with power. On it, a message:

The Qevani mourned.
They had seen what could have been: a united Earth, sending emissaries to the stars, joining the galactic chorus. They had seen children born on Mars, peace between old enemies, symphonies composed for alien ears. They had seen humanity become more than human.
But all of it was lost.

And so, the Qevani built a monument—not of stone, but of memory. A beacon that would drift through space, carrying the story of Earth. Not just its end, but its promise. A warning. A lament. A hope.
Because perhaps, somewhere, someday, another species would hear it.
And choose differently..............

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