I have been here since the beginning of time,
And I will be here when it ends.
I infinitely travel this infinite place,
Seeing everything,
Yet nothing.
I see the world, the galaxy;
All of the planets and moons,
Stars and comets,
But I do not see people.
I am forever alone in this immeasurable space.
I float alone in the mists,
Going wherever the stardust takes me.
The stardust shows me many things.
The birth of planets;
The death of stars.
The beginnings of loneliness,
The end of happiness.
The stardust is my friend; the only one I have.
But now they are no longer.
For you see, the stardust showed me everything,
Including the end.
It was bright and blazing,
Quiet and unexpected.
The end was like nothing I'd ever seen before,
Yet oh so familiar.
The world grew silent afterwards.
The little things I found solace in had disappeared.
My existence had not been cut short by the end of the universe,
And I doubted anything else would.
...
I was alone at the beginning of time,
And I am alone past its end.
