Epilogue
Death was not anyway how she imagined it. Death felt like nothing, and everything.
She floated for eternity. It could have been seconds or centuries. Time had no place here. Memory had no place here. She forgot herself, floating in the nothingness. She forgot her commitment and her promise.
She forgot everything, until she heard the song. A song that inspired hope to whomever heard it. It started so faintly that she thought she imagined it. But gradually, it became louder and she was more sure that she heard it, even if she couldn't remember what it meant. She followed the song to the edges of eternity, and she fell.
My Next Story "Time Rewritten" will be posted starting in December.