ππβ³ The distant chronicle of timeβs slow decay is etched in stars, rocks, and fading whispers. Planets tilt, seasons shift, stars collapse. Tides drag the moon outward, Earth inches toward entropy, and civilizations vanish beneath the sediment of epochs. Even now, the cosmos plots the erosion of all things, its vast and unfeeling script written in the relentless arithmetic of oblivion. #farfuture https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Timeline_of_the_far_future