Creatures Caves

It was a normal day across the world. Some people starved, others ate until their bellies were full. Some people sat in peace and quiet, others died in a war that no one really cared about or understood. Some people read and talked, others couldn't do so if they wanted to. Some people complained about getting something they didn't want, others felt joy when a stray coin fell their way. Some people died after a century of good health, others died after they took their first breath.
But in a small hospital, unknown to the world, a girl laid on a bed and grasped the hand of her weeping mother.
"I have only one regret, mother..." the girl said with a weak voice. "All my life I have heard noise of every battle, and felt the hate from every person, and the pain from every wound inflicted. It was almost too much to bear. Dieing is almost a relief. But I just wish....I could've lived to see it all stop, to hear the most beautiful quiet settle over the world. I hope you get to see that mother. And when you leave this earth...could you come tell me how it was?"
Finally, the girl choked out her last breath, and her grip on her mother's hand went, and her eyes closed forever.

3 days later, it was jsut the same. People eating and starving, relaxing and suffering, reading and talking and sitting in eternal silence, complaining and forgiving, living and dieing.
Then, in one moment. Everything stopped. The sound of bombs didn't echo off the hills, the crying of children stopped, and people felt no pain or fear. In that moment, a voice rang out. The voice of the girl.
"Hello. None of you know me, but I was a girl that left this earth just a few days ago. I've been in silence and peace. This peace is something I wish you could all feel. It was my last wish before I left.
But now I have a new wish. It is how your hear me now. I have given the last of my strength to the last hope of humanity.
I have met the creator. They have no name, they are neither black nor white, man or woman, human or beast, one or many. They do not hate one person because they are different, or because they did something the rest of humanity frowned upon. The creator loves all, regardless.
Where I am, it is neither light nor dark, colorful nor dull, soft nor hard, painful nor pleasing.
There are children here, children that never knew the voice of their parents. And there are elders here, reuniting with long lost loved ones. The gates never close, because the crowd coming through them never stops growing, because people never stop killing.
I was given one last chance to have whatever I wanted. I couldn't make it stop forever, but I could show you what it would be like for a moment it did stop.
There are children being born right now that may never know this peace again as long as they live unless you stop the chaos.
Please, listen to me. This is my last message to you. Stop trying to convince others that you're right, and they're wrong. Stop trying to prove you're better than others. It's poinless. And earning money is pointless, and paying for things is pointless. The creator made you so that you could create the beauty you all see in your minds. That's the meaning of life.
So soldiers, drop your weapons, no matter what the people that say they control you say. Drop your weapons and walk away. Give everyone equal opportunity. Let everyone live how they wish, and love who they wish, and make what they wish. The best artist in the world could be out on the streets, starving to death. Give everyone a chance. Please, that is my last wish."
And with that, the voice faded.