At some point of these time continuums,
the Universe is going to End.

/Turning its shell, closing its cover,
/as if a marvelous page of story like Earth/
has never happened.
/ As if all our technologies, all our civilizations, all our enlightenment has never been a reality/

As if I have never loved you/
as if all the dead promises that are cursed to last for eternity,
holding on to their own graveyards
before this channel called Life ends,

expanding,
radiating,
pixelating
before emerging to a single point,
the last ray of salvation before everything succumbs to their own ends.

The incoming breath of air,
the pulsing hearts,
and the fleeting time that slowly chews their bones.

All happening without me.