The world which was here is now nowhere. There I stand at the end. Dark, void, nothingness, the words all tell the same meaning but that was the closest way for me to tell where I was.

Time had passed and I have yet to know where I was and would be. I could not tell if I was moving, I could not tell if time was passing. Though, was time still my companion?

I was alone. My leftover thoughts gave me comfort. Upon the time where judgement disappeared, insanity became the norm. I had no one nor no thing to call as my companion. No rock to lean on, no tree to serve as shelter. As empty as the space I drifted, I laid bare down to my existence. 

Continuing to pass, I used my fingers to count the passing. It was crude, annoying, but it was what's left. Its intervals may not be equal and my fingers may be limited. Yet, it held my sanity and thoughts together like a small cog in a machine. Though with that said, how many fingers have I counted so far?

When the world was still there, the people sang songs of the end. Writers wrote what they witnessed in their dreams. Preachers hailed visions of divine for all to praise. And yet, ironically, now they are silent. How they became mute was something I did not know of. I, who knows not too much but at the least know more than that of a child, remains. The thought was fleeting. However it amused me, even if it were to be in just mere moments. 

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As I cross I saw the last star go dim and fade. I had forgotten when that had happened. It was one upon billions of stars, a dot within the nebulas of matter. But like me it held on when the world came to end. It became alone, cold, and eventually its remaining flames were snuffed. There was no longer any reason  to end in a bang. It simply slept like an old man turning off the lights for the night. And in one day I too will have my light wither. Not today though. If given the chance, I would've liked to talk with that star. One loner to another.

The drifting continued and my body felt like I was lying upon clouds. Was space this soft, did nothingness had such a form. Nonetheless, I was the only one who could tell. I was the only one I could tell to.

It was finally time, the end. My end was about to arrive. I had no way to prove it, I had nothing. But with my close breaths I could tell that my body had given up. And there I saw the light. I had forgotten when I had seen such light. It was beautiful, it was warm. There then, a figure appeared. There was nothing grand from its form. It looked, human. Unlike me, he wore clothes as white as the light. His face, I saw, I felt grace. We talked, we walked. He pointed out my flaws and I pointed out my joys. It had been long since I talked. But like all things it stopped. He prayed for my future and I said goodbyes. 

It had been a long life. Now it is time to sleep.