Welcome, to the end of the world.
A place where the skies are purple and red. A savored and loved place by everyone young and old. You see. It's not really the end of the world. They just like to act like that. Cause if it really where, they'd make every moment count. And to a lot of people that have never visited the end of the world, it all sounds like a like a big cliché. Something you'd see in a movie.
But that? That is where they'd be right. Living in the end is like living in the high light reel of your life. Like those moments you could imagine in slow motion. Like the memory of someone long gone, and their smile. Like taking a photo of someone laughing and looking back at it a day later. The end is that shiver you get when you're with your people you enjoy and your walking out the door to get sodas and you're holding that drink and pushing open that door and you see all these familiar faces and it just makes you happy. That lil rush you get when you think you might have missed something. But it's just one of those times that the hundreds of other things you got to experience make up for it.
That is the end. But it doesn't just stop.
