Being (1994)

Something is wandering listlessly across a lifeless planet. Alone, it reminisces and mourns over its past life. It remembered once being a boy, a human being. Dying at the young age of fifteen, he took the form of something resembling a spirit, his presence unseen and unfelt by mankind, and discovered a new life, still in this earth but entirely different from the one he used to lead. He began to exist only to himself. His immortality had slowly let him witness the death of his friends, his loved ones, and eventually everyone else on his planet, the Earth. The end of the world had finally come along, haunting and remaining with him, as he is forced to tread continuously, endlessly, among stars, planets, and galaxies, searching for any trace of life, a companion of some sort. His long, hard trek had been in vain and his sorrow had developed into something far vaster than the unfathomable distance that he has already traveled. He wished his death had been more final, his existence more concluded. He would rather be obliterated than to stay another millenium in dark, solitary confinement, his eternal damnation. The search for companionship became a search for an end. Not only for him, but for the others exactly like him, also roaming the universe, alongside him, but not together with him. They were not alone, but were never aware of it, in their futile search for one another.