Journals from a Parallel Universe
I once saw a world at the end of everything.
It was built at the edge of an infinite abyss, the weight of 100,000,000 suns spinning forever.
Every day, they would open a window into the abyss, light a torch, and drop it. As it fell into the abyss, the torch would burn brighter and brighter until its light exceeded the midday sun.
The light from that single torch-turned-sun would keep the world powered for a full day.
I once asked a passerby "What happens when there are no more torches?"
"We die and the world goes quiet."
"So then why bother? What point is there to prolonging the inevitable?"
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