Fragile

On the verge of the finite.

Quiet. All is quiet. A steady stream of melancholy rises from every corner of the globe; the residue of lost opportunity. What remains lies in pieces, as the beating of the human heart becomes fainter and fainter.

We have been obliterated completely and totally. Meat and bone Molecules and atoms, compressed into the void where we will never be again. Yet, we are not the last.

To the east the strings of the universe play in dark refrain, forever forming new architecture of coming defeat and destruction.