Beyond the realm of life's snow dome.
Last night I dream't I died. I stood upon the precipice to overlook oblivion and spy the great beyond. Out 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 now watch the fate of our blue bauble. How it all seems somewhat small, whom and what we were, for now and evermore, we are not to be at all.
