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The sound of the light orb echoed like an ancient reverberation in the empty space, carrying an intangible oppression and mysterious power: "Look, Mario, this is the end. All the greed, violence, selfishness, will ultimately lead to self-destruction. The place where you stand was once a vibrant kingdom full of hope and dreams, but now, because of your actions, it has turned into nothingness."
Mario looked in horror as the ground beneath his feet began to turn transparent, the last piece of land, as if the final breath of the Mushroom Kingdom, slowly dissipating. His heart was filled with a sense of powerlessness and despair, and in that moment, he truly felt the meaning of destruction.
"Remember this moment, Mario, no matter which world you are in, the consequences of your actions are irreversible. Your choices, your actions, will affect the fate of the entire world. I hope that in the future, you can truly reflect and learn." The voice of the light ball gradually faded away, finally disappearing into the air.
Mario stood alone on the last piece of land, surrounded by boundless darkness. Unprecedented fear and regret flashed in his eyes, but there was also deep reflection and awakening. When the last piece of land also disappeared, Mario closed his eyes, accepting the end of this world, and accepting the end of his own destiny.
Mario felt himself being disintegrated, every inch of skin, every muscle, and every drop of blood seemed to be detaching from his body, turning into countless tiny particles drifting into the endless darkness around him. This sensation was extremely strange; he felt like he was losing all evidence of his existence, along with all his memories and emotions, which became blurred at that moment.
In this boundless darkness, Mario tried to find at least a glimmer of light, but all he found around him was profound darkness, as if time and space were frozen at that moment. He felt an unprecedented loneliness and fear, a fear that penetrated to his core, making it impossible for him to control his thoughts.
Mario tried to scream, but found that he couldn't even make a sound. His vocal cords, his mouth, and even his consciousness all dissipated into nothingness in this moment. He thought of the bits and pieces of his life, from being a plumber in Brooklyn to being a hero in the Mushroom Kingdom, and finally to this endpoint that he had brought himself to, leading to destruction.
In this final moment, Mario was filled with regret and self-blame, but it all seemed too late. As the last trace of consciousness dissipated, Mario's existence completely dissolved beyond this world, leaving only a faint sigh echoing in the abyss, like a helpless commentary on this ultimate outcome.
With the disappearance of Mario, this once vibrant world filled with life, adventure, and laughter has fallen into eternal silence. The existence of the light orb seems only to witness this final destruction, and after its mission is complete, it quietly disappears into the boundless darkness.
Now, even the last evidence of existence has vanished. Here, there is no longer the prosperity of the Mushroom Kingdom, no longer the confrontation between heroes and villains, and no longer any trace of life. Everything has fallen into nothingness, leaving only an endless darkness, as if even time and space have lost their meaning here.
In this infinite darkness, there is no sound, no light, and no living creature can survive. This is a true end, a blank space where even memories and stories cannot exist. Here is the symbol of losing everything, the end where even the continuity of lines is cut off after the game is over.
And in this ultimate darkness, even the heroes and legends that once existed will be permanently forgotten. In this absolute void, they will no longer be remembered by anyone, and there will be no evidence to prove that they once left their mark on this world. This is a complete end, an irreversible disappearance.
The little boy furrowed his brow and discontentedly pounded the TV screen with his small fists. Aside from the static noise, the screen remained pitch black. He grumbled, "What's going on? It was working just fine..." Beside him, a slightly older child held his hand and worriedly said, "Don't do that. What if you break the TV? Mom will be angry!" The older child furrowed his brow and tried shaking the cable behind the TV and pressing the remote, hoping to restore the normal picture.
"Is it really broken?" The little boy grumbled as he tapped the screen again, this time more cautiously, afraid of actually breaking the TV.
When their dad entered the room, the two children immediately put down the TV remote and complained in unison, "The game is broken! We can't play Mario!" Their faces were full of disappointment, and their eyes revealed their expectation of their dad, hoping he would have a solution.
Dad smiled gently, bent down next to the game console, and carefully inspected the console and game cartridge. He turned to the still complaining children and kindly said, "The game console and cartridge are old, so there might be some small problems!" Dad's voice was full of warmth and understanding as he began to try blowing on the cartridge and inserting it back into the game console, hoping to restore the game screen.
The children's eyes widened, watching Dad's every move with rapt attention, hoping for the miracle of the game screen suddenly appearing in the next second. In their eyes, Dad's figure was like a magician who could solve all problems, and their young hearts were full of trust and admiration for him.
Although Dad repeatedly tried all the methods he could think of, from gently reinserting the cartridge to carefully blowing on it again, trying to get the game to work again, the game screen remained pitch black with no change. Dad helplessly smiled at the children, seeming to have accepted the fate of the game console. He softly said, "It looks like it's really broken. Sometimes these things are unavoidable."
The two children felt even more downhearted after hearing this, tears welling up as they looked at Dad, sadly saying, "Ah! We want to play a new one!" Their voices were filled with longing and disappointment.
Dad gently patted their heads, with a gentle smile on his face, comforting them, "Be good, if you perform well, Dad will buy you a new game console." This sentence was like magic, immediately lighting up the children's eyes. They smiled at each other, already beginning to imagine the scene of controlling a brand new game console in their hands, and their mood improved a lot because of it.
Just as the children were full of anticipation for the future, fantasizing about the new game console in their hands, Mom's voice suddenly sounded from behind, with unquestionable authority, saying, "It's time to eat! Stop playing!" Her voice was like a curfew, reminding the family that the beautiful moments of real life were about to begin.
The children and their father exchanged a glance, their faces showing happy smiles, and they put down their game consoles and cartridges, walking quickly towards the dining table.
As the family's figures gradually disappeared, the game consoles and cartridges lay quietly in the corner, forgotten in the dim room, only faint light casting their lonely silhouettes. The air in the room seemed to freeze, and time appeared to stagnate in that moment, leaving only the last stubborn glimmer flickering on the screen of the game console, as if silently recounting the past glory and the laughter of the children.
However, those glimmers will soon disappear, just like illusions in a game world, silently fading away. Game consoles and cartridges used to be the vessels of children's adventurous dreams, but now they can only lie quietly here, unnoticed by anyone, their stories forgotten in the dust of everyday life.
Outside, the hustle and bustle of life continues, but in this corner, time seems to have stopped. There is no laughter, no applause, only the forgotten loneliness and wordless expression. They are like memories of the past, always obscure, until one day, perhaps even the last trace of memory will dissipate into nothingness with the passage of time.
On such a night, the game console and cartridges became lonely guardians, quietly watching the silhouette of a family disappear into the distant light. They can only stay in this darkness, waiting for the next time they are needed, perhaps that moment will never come.
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