The great beyond

I had long sought to know my fate and spy what is beyond...

Time and place

That night I dreamt I died, I stood upon the precipice to transcend oblivion. At destiny's end, I died but did not know it, and in the instance of my death eternity departed.

Now 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 it.

How it all seems somewhat small, whom and what we were, for now and evermore, we are not at all.

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