He sat, unable to control the twilight shrouding him in depression. Stared through the barred windows.
The disconnected images swarmed through his head, flickering like little flames. Each gave him a wave and a sharp kick to remind him of that unhappy memory.
I ate.
I slept.
I died.
The daylight must be coming soon. All of these little quivers of the essence of the universe fueled the twilight, became the twilight. He saw a vague flash of some unexplainable colour. The flash turned into a jet, which hit an unnamable person, who faded into fog. A shadow swooped down out of the mass of smog, erasing the stars that had just been there.
He missed those stars.
He remembered the poignant orange of the twilight, the bright neon flash of the jet. He laughed. Screamed her name even though he had forgotten it long ago. He felt the pain which he didn't know she had felt. He began to cower in the darkness. He reluctantly watched her falling, down onto the ground from grace. His own dark corner, opening up into a universe was spread before him.
This strange new world.
He wanted a corner.
Cold.
He gazed into the end of all ages, wondering what he should do next. Wait.
He waited.
He stopped waiting.
The dawn broke out over the twilight. A persistent pink glow over the horizon. It erupted in flame, consuming him.
He saw the flash again, this time ready with a word for it. Such a funny word.
Green.
He laughed, basking in the infinite glory of the flame which consumed him, leaving nothing but what remained of his soul.
His soul floated away, unperturbed, into the end of all ages.