an unfortunate collapse

Walking in a starlit night

Temporary amazement looking at the stars

Traded for waves of bittersweet love, followed by loneliness

How a scale, increasingly profoundly good, can in but a moment, cut to something at the polar end.

A sick joke, looping it back around, yet without a hint that something changed.

But something did.

Given different circumstances, the scale would be infinite. Going on and on, forever increasing.

In this superposition collapse, in this branch of the universe, that just wasn't the case.

Instead, the dim starlight barely illuminate the path before me. The stars twinkling in the night, though beautiful, are all just tiny glimpses of light in a sea of dark and empty void. Barely illuminating my path ahead.