Minecraft’s Forgotten Players

Minecraft never explains why you’re alone. Because you’re not supposed to ask.

The world is endless, yet every structure proves someone was here before you.

Villages with no history. Temples for rituals that never return. Ruined portals leading

nowhere. The End isn’t a dimension. It’s a grave. The Endermen weren’t

monsters — they were players. Trapped. Stretched by time. Watching the world

move on without them. And when you kill the Ender Dragon… the game doesn’t

end. It asks one question: Now that you’re powerful… will you leave this

world better — or repeat what destroyed it