Anticlimax.

We plummet. We plummet soundlessly through the cold silence that is the void of space.

We know this is it. We are the remainder of humanity and we are plunging toward death rapidly.

One of us could be sacrificed to save the other, or we both can face the end together. Even if one was saved, life could not go on. There is no one else, nothing else.

In the final moments, what is important? What actually matters when death is visibly approaching, coming nearer and nearer each second? Enjoying the moment, enjoying each other and every second of precious life becomes the only priority. When you are looking at the end, only the moments leading up to it have any significance.

Seeing fate's approach is liberation.

And so, the world ends, not with an explosion or collision on a planetary level, but with a pitiful plummet down to the surface, effectively extinguishing life in a burst of flame and wreckage.