Than watching Saturn lose her rings...
In an age long after the destruction of the galaxies, when the very fabric of existence seemed to have disintegrated, Death the Wolf awoke from yet another slumber. He had long since watched the universe die around him. Darkness was his only companion and pain filled his heart from eons of witnessing the end of infinite stories.
The night before, Death had cried himself to sleep, mourning the evaporation of the last black hole, the harbinger of doom he had so often sought in his journey to escape the void. The darkness that had enveloped him felt like a cloak of heavy despair, relentless and cold. Sleep only found him in desperate moments when the lonely desolation became unbearable, and it was a sleep that seemed to last longer each time.
In the few moments of clarity Death could muster in the void of time, the hum of the cosmos long gone, he contemplated the existence that had led him to this bleak eternity. With tears in his eyes, he grieved for the lost, the forgotten, and the ignored, even while the crushing weight of his own bitter sorrow tried to smother his flicker of hope.
That morning, Death awoke from his withering slumber, sensing something different in the suffocating emptiness. Up ahead, faint in the endless blackness, he could see a touch of color—a swirling mass of energy drawing him like a moth to a flame. He approached, tentative, both hopeful and afraid of what awaited him.
And there, curled up amidst a world of nothing, was a human figure shivering in the icy throes of solitude. The man was strange, dressed in clothing that Death could not recall ever seeing, even with the vast memory of a million tales at his disposal. His features were well-worn from the passage of endless years, yet his eyes sparkled with the fearless curiosity that Death once knew.
In that moment, they were not Death the Wolf and the man whose name had outlived the stars, separate and alone. Instead, they clung to each other like survivors of a storm, transporting them back to a universe no longer lost. The wolf snuggled next to the man, their warmth a shared comfort against the unforgiving cold, and the wolf learned that this ancient soul was once known as Ryder, the Leader of a group called the PAW Patrol, which had disbanded countless millennia ago.
Long ago, Ryder had somehow acquired immortality at the age of 30, and so he, too, had been condemned to wander the void of a broken cosmos in search of something he may never find. His determination, though, reminded Death that hope was not entirely lost.
Together, Death the Wolf and Ryder began to share their stories, memories of a lost world echoing through the darkness. Among the remnants of the age, they gathered and forged remnants of time, hope, and love, holding tightly to the belief that, together, they could reignite life in the empty void.
And as Death the Wolf and Ryder, the Last Leader of the PAW Patrol, held fast to one another in the icy expanse, they discovered that even in the darkest of places, the warmth of friendship could shine brighter than the cosmos they had once known. As they held onto each other and traveled through the vast emptiness, their journey became an echo of the universe they both had lost, and the one they hoped to create.
He picks up Ryder's Life Signs and began to feel, odd... and began to feel something he never felt in eons, and so he found solace in the Man who lost everything he had, and warmed him up even more when Ryder finally began to see a wolf for the first time, with tear-filled confessions, then rested for another time.