A momentary flicker, a dying spark in an infinite darkness.
Searching for a meaning, just a fleeting thought, lost in the void.
If a god existed, it would have given up long ago, weary of our insignificant struggles,
Realising how insignificant he is himself.
It would have abandoned us to the void, leaving us to drift, alone and unmoored,
Adrift in a universe with no purpose, where our screams are drowned out by the emptiness.
Our lives, a brief flash of consciousness, soon to be extinguished,
Leave behind only the faintest whisper of our presence,
a haunting echo that slowly fades into nothingness.