I know I should probably be concentrating on my other two stories, but here we go anyway.
This can be set whenever in the five seasons you think it is most appropriate. I don't know whose perspective it is from either.
We were only there for a second; one split second is all it took for everything to fade away, to leave nothing but this shell and this nothing-ness. We can't change this for the better; we can't do anything good anymore. We are stuck, so completely in our own fates and we want out.
But, the sun shines brighter on and we go on deeper into this mission our heads held high, high above the night. The very long night. We lose, no doubt about it. We lose, we lost and we will lose. Past, present and future all collide until we cannot tell where we are anymore. Let alone who we are.
Are we alive?
Are we merely pawns in some great divine's never-ending game of go?
Whatever or wherever we are, we can guarantee the one on high is cheating.
One crew has vowed to drive back the night. Rekindle civilization. Hope lives again.
We hope that hope lives again. What is a world without hope?
What is a universe without hope?
The universe continues to spin all around and we can but watch. We feel part of it; we feel that we are the cause of it. We feel everything and nothing at the same time. We watched everything. And everyone.
We bled and we watched as the ones we loved bled around us. We saw the ones we love push themselves to the brink and we cried when they nearly did not come back.
We broke, we slept and we laughed.
But better than that, we lived.
Well, that was odd...