I Dreamt Of A Crumbling Planet And My Eventual Loneliness

I lived on this rather small planet with my family in this high-tech looking city. Notably in the city there was some sort of structure thing that kept the whole planet “working properly”. Something happened to this structure and everything started falling apart. People and buildings started being erased from existence and chaos ensued. Even like… ideas and concepts started disappearing. It was pretty much torture because there was really nothing to do. Me and my family tried to search for information on what was happening and how to fix it, but we had no luck. Eventually my mom died of some mysterious illness and me and my dad ended up joining 1 of the 3 factions of people remaining on the planet. One of the factions ended up taking over the other two and my dad died. This last faction also ended up fizzling out of existence as more and more important people died of the same mysterious illness as my mom. I am now alone, living in the ruins of the city that become less and less cohesive and more like simple shapes, excruciatingly bored and wishing I could die. Unfortunately I'm probably immortal, which explains why I haven't died of the mysterious illness yet. Some gods from space are trying to fix something about the landscape of the planet which ends up destroying it entirely, and I am lost in space forever. Then I time travel for some reason back to the beginning and do it all again, with only very minor changes. Overall it was rather distressing and I was rather frikked in the head when i woke up and didn’t recover fully until the afternoon.