The great beyond

Time and place

Last night I dreamt I died, I stood upon the precipice to spy oblivion. There I died but did not know it and in the instance of my death eternity departed. Beyond the realm of life's snowdome, I watch the fate of our blue bauble: the sun god holds our home in hand and consumes... How it all seems somewhat small, whom and what we were, for now and evermore we are not to be at all.