The Earth rotates peacefully, hanging in its orbit in the infinite of space. The sun's distant rays fall upon the slowly spinning globe, casting warm light on blue waters of the oceans and the green-brown continents.
Watching, a solitary figure floats quietly, a tiny speck against the backdrop of stars. The man watches with little curiosity as his limbs dangle about his body in serene calmness. He wears no protective suit, but seems unaffected by the lack of air and subzero temperature of space.
He only hovers calmly between the pale moon and the brightly coloured earth, his black cape gathering around behind him.
As he watches, the rotation of the world, barely noticeable at first, begins to slow down. His eyes squint ever so slightly as the earth slows more and more, until it at last comes to a soft halt.
Little objects start to float up from the still planet. Airplanes, automobiles, trains, oil rigs, and ships begin to enter the atmosphere as the junk and debris of humanity breaks away from the once heavy gravitational grip.
Billions of figures begin to join their creations out in the building junk piles around the stilled planet. Their faces frozen in silent screams of terror at realization of their fate.
All the while the lone figure watches with languid curiosity.
And when what little interest for the former occupants of the small blue planet fades, he slowly moves along, across the dying planet as its blues and green-browns turned to pale, becoming as lifeless as its tiny moon.
Perhaps he would find something of interest in the next galaxy, he thought as he moved through the frozen graveyard, but most likely not.