There is a new light in the sky. It glows faintly red at first, just a small dot up there.
Then, ever so slowly, it grows.
Eventually it dwarfs the moon in the night sky, a menacing red dot just... hanging there.
Preliminary reports from the dispatched probes indicate a massive anomaly several times the size of our sun traveling slowly towards the earth.
The sun is no longer the brightest object during the day; it is difficult to look into the sky.
There is no night time anymore, only the orange day and the red day.
The rest will be gradual, but the world will end within six years.
What matters to you?
What do you cling to when you are slowly parading along with the rest of the human race towards an inevitable demise at the hands of the cosmos?
Is it hope?
Is it the ever dwindling immediacy of carnality?
Is it love?