How to evoke a cosmic sense of smallness?
I recently started toying with the idea of writing something having to do with time travel. Not the “aw shucks, I’m stuck in the British 1500s!” Kind of way. No, I’m talking the “oh my god. I’m going to die alone in the Devonian period. I’m the only human for millions of years, and I’m not going to be rescued.”
The goal is to make the reader feel existential, but kinda more in a surreal way. Like, it’s finally hit them just how long life has existed for, and this version of earth wasn’t meant for their eyes to see.
Idk maybe I’m just talking about normal existentialism, but it’s a very specific feeling I’m going for and I’m not sure how to write it correctly? I haven’t been exposed to this kind of extreme time travel horror anything, so if anyone has show/movie/book suggestions lmk!