Hiroshi became increasingly isolated as he devoted himself to unraveling the mystery. His only release was in his writing, and his paranoia seeped into his work. The novel, initially a work of science fiction, transformed into a tale of warning, urging readers to heed the signs of the impending apocalypse.

One fateful night, Hiroshi stared out his window at the moon, a constant presence in the strange messages. His gaze locked on a peculiar shadow crossing its surface. The shadow grew larger, as if something was approaching Earth at an alarming speed. Hiroshi's heart raced; the moment he had both anticipated and dreaded had arrived.

The sky lit up with a blinding light, and a towering spacecraft materialized before Hiroshi's eyes. The building shook, and alarms blared as the spacecraft touched down, its landing gear crunching against the asphalt. Hiroshi's eyes widened in disbelief. The spacecraft was identical to one he had described in the final chapter of his novel.