Everything around you was desertic, lifeless, the sand was hot under your feet, aimless walker in this lifeless world, you were one of the few immortal anomalies that survived, the stars were the only ones that accompanied you, SCP-1915 or rather, the Absence, destroyed the world you knew.

Walking for hours until you noticed a small flame buried in the sand, the flame was weak and seemed like it would go out, you reached it and you could see that the fire was going out, you dug up a little and asked to see the god who fought with absence, pangloss, he looked dying