Gone
There is nothing left. All the worlds have disappeared; completely vanished. All the inhabitants of the universe had died and faded away. Some have lasted for many millennia, but even those who were immortal have ceased to exist like everything else. But yet here we remain. We've been here since before the beginning, and are still around after even time itself had ceased to function. All that we have left is darkness; a black void that continues endlessly, with no start or finish. My brother was always the upbeat opportunistic one, but now even he is silent, perhaps wondering why all our creations, the galaxies, the worlds, the people, have all but been erased from existence. I can't help but wonder myself. Millions of years of emotions, feelings, memories, now all seem like a dream. It's like nothing ever existed; that we've been floating in nothingness for eternity. I can only ask myself, was it worth building the universe, only for everything to eventually return to the emptiness that we once again reside in? That is the only question on my mind, and I have all of forever to ponder it as me and my brother continue to live in this never-ending, meaningless void.
