They say the end is a curtain of darkness falling over the world.
They lie.
What greeted me wasn't darkness, but an ocean of pure, merciless light—an absolute silence in which even the concept of space had ceased to exist.
Am I... dead?
I looked at my hands.
No wounds. No trace of the blood that had been choking me just moments before.
I tried to take a step. My bare feet sank slightly into the soft grass of a pristine meadow where the blades seemed to blend into the endless white of the horizon.
This total absence of sound, the still air, the light that envelops me without burning.
Ah... Somehow, I recognize this place.
But I didn't know where I had seen it before.
Around me, space began to ripple. Fragmented images started dancing in the air, like reflections on the surface of still water...