The Central Folk of course knew the secret, and kept it from everyone else worldwide save a trusted very few, and certainly they were aware that the time had come, for the end.
And so they clandestinely notified their close allies, the Pretty Folk: the highest friendly leaders everywhere would gather at the final meeting place, for the last hour of the very earth.
For the Central Folk had always possessed the ultimate secrets of immortality, which they had never shared with anyone, until this time.
And now the minority elite, diversely collected planet-wide, began mourning the rest of vast humanity they were supposed to represent, as billions started dying, all not knowing why, many unaware there were no further moments for them, the rest mostly in despair, the rare few defiant.
In honest grief with their precious special siblings still left, there nevertheless persisted solemn relief amongst the soon-to-be-ex- Pretty Folk present, that they had survived as representatives of their marvellous recent civilisation, joining forces with the oldest extant, to forestall annihilation.
That was when he who was ever chief of Central Folk announced that the walls of this Undying Ark had to be raised.
Straightaway amongst the thousands left, they were whittled down to hundreds, as the last of the minor nations and distinct cultures, including the Tiny Lion Migrants, collapsed and expired, not notified prior that their sacrifice was mandated, so that the even fewer may preserve.
The Pretty, who always had higher regard for the individual, especially those most like themselves, recoiled in horror at this unexpected massacre, and were about to protest, when he who always led the Central hegemon bade sorrowful farewell to them too, that last group of foreigners.
Only then did each remaining Pretty Folk realise deeper insight, into why the Centrals were so oddly decked in ceremonial garb of their ancient imperial past.
As each died, their Central counterpart transmitted into eternity, frozen in time and space, as if encased in amber, honey well-sealed to last a millennium more.
And so until the end, the best kept part of the best kept secret successfully remained so, as all perished so that just one tribe may become technologically fossilised.
But human life was no more.
That was the ultimate end of the secret which its fastidious, foolish guardians failed to glean, and hence led the species into oblivion.
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