August 31, 2034

The giant is down. I did it. I touched it, felt the electric surge, watched it collapse. But I'm not dead. My helmet's cracked, systems are dying, and I've got minutes left. This is it. I shouldn't be breathing. But here I am, alive. I hear a voice again... “You... survive.” What now? I’m exhausted, hurt, and my suit’s failing. There's no rescue, no way out. Just the dark. This is it. The end.