The question has always haunted me like a shadow: How does the world end?

With only a staff and the sky above me, I set out across the earth. The wind was my map, the stars my compass. Each land I entered, a new voice rose to answer—and together they wove a tapestry of endings.

The North – Ragnarök

In the frozen north, the Norse skalds spoke of wolves devouring the sun, gods falling in battle, and fire swallowing the world. Yet from the ashes, two humans stepped into a green reborn land.

The Ganges – The Last Avatar

On the banks of the Ganges, rishis whispered of Kali Yuga—the dark age we live in now. When corruption smothers truth, Vishnu will return as Kalki, riding a white horse with a sword of flame, to cut away evil and bring the golden age anew.

The Desert – Revelation

Across desert sands, prophets told of trumpets, the Four Horsemen, and a final clash at Armageddon. Yet beyond the storm, they saw a radiant new Heaven and Earth, free of sorrow and death.

The Jungles – The Maya Cycles

In the jungles of the Maya, priests traced the turning of their calendars. Worlds had already perished by flood, fire, and jaguar, they said. But each ending was only a reset—a chance for creation to begin again.

The Fire of Persia – Frashokereti

In Persia’s deserts, the magi told of Frashokereti: a savior would rise, evil would be defeated, and rivers of molten metal would purify the world. Even death would die, and creation would shine eternal.

The Red Earth of the Hopi

On mesas of red stone, Hopi elders told me we live in the Fourth World, with three destroyed before us. When the Blue Star Kachina dances in the sky, this world too shall end—and the Fifth will begin.

The Dragon Lands – The Mandate of Heaven

In China, scholars unrolled scrolls and spoke of corrupt dynasties losing Heaven’s favor. Floods, famine, and earthquakes toppled rulers—but from collapse always rose renewal, for the Dao restores balance.

The Seer of France – Nostradamus

At last, my path carried me to 16th-century France, where in a dim candlelit chamber sat a man whose gaze pierced centuries: Nostradamus.

He spoke not in stories but in riddles:

• He saw fire falling from the sky—comets or weapons, burning land and sea.

• He spoke of three great destroyers; two had come, one yet to rise.

• He told of earthquakes and floods, of nations consumed in a single night of fire.

• And yet, he declared: “The world shall not perish until the year 3797. Until then, it will burn, drown, and bleed, but always it will rise again.”

His words lingered like smoke, uncertain, unfixed—yet echoing all I had heard before.

The Traveler’s Answer

When my journey ended, I carried every vision within me.

The Norse spoke of fire.

The Hindus of cycles.

The Christians of trumpets.

The Maya of renewal.

The Persians of purification.

The Hopi of worlds reborn.

The Chinese of balance restored.

And Nostradamus of riddles and fire from the sky.

Each voice was different, yet together they sang the same truth:

The end is never truly the end.

It is fire that forges, flood that cleanses, judgment that purifies, and death that yields to dawn.

So I learned that to ask how the world ends is really to ask:

How does the world begin again?

But what do I see?

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