Tale about a Little Man
God once created a Little Man
God loved Little Man
God adored Little Man
God did everything in his power to make Little Man feel comfortable
Little Man wanted more
Little Man asked for wings
God gave Little Man wings
Little Man flew too high
Little Man touched the sun
Little Man's wings burned
Little man fell
He crashed into the earth
He shattered into pieces
God watched in silence
He could not save him
Little Man was no more
Little Man was gone
God wept alone
The world grew darker
God's tears became rain
The land flooded
Inundation now dominates Earth
Life's essence diminished
God's lamentation and melancholy
It deepened
His being now metamorphosed into a shadow
Life confined to desolation
The cosmos succumbed to a gelid state
Celestial bodies now dead and expired
Eternal night descended before Us
Cosmic winds whispered doom
Quo vadis, God?
Nihility claimed its conquest
Despair reigned supreme
Silence pervaded
An oppressive and weighty quietude
The silence was animate
The silence was a voracious specter
It slithered through the boundless void
Insinuated itself into every crevice
Unseen gnawed at the peripheries of existence
Whispered broad promises of unending torment
It seemed to breathe
With a ponderous, labored rhythm
It consumed every sound
Every vestige of hope it consumed
Transforming into a seething spectral maw
It would never relent
The cosmos collapsed
Time is immeasurable
Celestial orbs being subsumed by silence
Galaxies spiraling into the infinite quagmire of non-existence
Reality just quivered
Awaiting the final terminus was silence holding its breath
An abyss so profound and impenetrably dark
We are dead