In a universe where galaxies spiraled in a never-ending dance of light and emptiness, a single, small planet was home to an unusual civilization of beings.

Their existence, like many others, was shaped by the cruel indifference of the universe, dictated by a set of arbitrary laws and limitations.

Among these codes was the 'Statute of Limitations', a cosmic law that deemed every life had an expiry date, a date known to none but the universe itself.

This particular regulation was considered by the inhabitants as the harshest and most unfair of all.

They protested, they fought, they pleaded, but to no avail.

The universe remained silent as it always had, indifferent to the plights and despairs of the beings below.

As the rejection of their pleas set in, despair seeped into the civilisation.

They became disillusioned, their lives seemed insignificant, echoing sentiments of nihilism and misanthropy.

Life began to seem like a cruel, absurdist joke, a parody of meaning crafted by an uncaring universe.

Even their galaxy seemed cold and isolating, merely a blip in the infinite cosmic sea.

The mere thought of their existence being ephemeral and futile sent shockwaves of existential dread across the beings.

They resented the universe for its apathy, its refusal to negotiate the terms of existence, its cold-heartedness.

Trembling in existential despair, the civilization eventually succumbed to a state of stagnation.

Embracing the absurdity of their existence, they stopped seeking meaning in the universe's indifferent tides.

They resigned to their fate, seeking solace in their shared sense of desolation and the ticking countdown of their inevitable end.

Hope was replaced by emptiness, love gave way to indifference, and joy succumbed to a deep, profound sorrow.

They continued to exist, not because they wanted to, but because they had to, bound by the universe's unyielding, merciless grip.

They were prisoners of existence, inmates of a cosmic prison with no walls, no bars, only an invisible, omnipresent sentence of impending doom.

With no hope for a reprieve or an escape, they embraced their despair, internalized it, made it an inherent part of their identities.

Days became a repetitive chore, nights a time of silent reflection on the absurdity of existence.

Their lives became a testament to cosmic nihilism, a reflection of the universe's uncaring, indifferent nature.

The beings eventually forgot the joy of existence, the warmth of companionship, the thrill of development, and the satisfaction of progress.

They became shadows of their former selves, specters drifting in an unfeeling, unyielding universe.

The cosmos spun on in cold indifference, its galaxies whirling in a dance of existential absurdity.

The beings in this tale, like many others in the cosmos, were mere whispers in the interstellar winds.

Their cries of despair, pleas for mercy, and desperation were lost in the void, unheard and unanswered.

The universe, in its cold indifference, continued its cosmic ballet, stringing along the inhabitants of the planet in a cruel dance with death.

The civilization ultimately succumbed, a testament to the universe's mercilessness and the heavy toll of existing in the face of cosmic indifference.

The once-thriving civilization was now naught but dust, a faint memory echoing in the cosmic winds, a faded echo in the indifferent universe.

The 'Statute of Limitations' remained unbroken, the universe as indifferent as ever, proving life was nothing but a transient flicker in the grand dance of cosmos.

So ends the tale of the civilization that dared to challenge the universe, a cautionary parable about existence, despair, and the unfathomable indifference of the universe.

We are all prisoners of the cosmos, inmates of an uncaring universe playing out our parts till the curtain falls.

Remember this tale when you gaze upon the stars, for we are all but players on the cosmic stage, performing an absurdist play directed by an indifferent universe.

The great cosmic indifference is a perversion of existence, a painful reality of our universe.

We must learn to embrace, to dance with the absurdity, for it is the only way to survive in this cosmic theatre of despair.