Dotted Lines
A Night Vale drabble collection

1. Finite
[100 words]

Not even the stars are eternal.

They burn to their end, too, when they are not dead already. The void of space likes playing around with that. Carlos reminds him that the night sky is a fabrication, a collage of pictures from countless other times.

Cecil stops listening, to hold him closer.

Particles, temporary and fragile. That is what they are. And while their bodies are alive, in the warmth of blankets and an old tattered sofa, the universe has been dying for billions of years.

They are a small miracle. As long as it lasts, it is worth keeping.