At the end, when the final curtain falls and the last chapter is written, what words will linger in the corridors of your mind? Will it be the echoes of a whispered “I love you,” or the melody of a song that danced through the chambers of your heart?

When you close your eyes for the very last time, what will you see? Will it be a forest bidding its last farewell, or a sunset casting its golden glow over the endless expanse of the ocean? Perhaps it will be a kaleidoscope of memories, each fragment a window to the world as you once knew it.

You do know, don’t you, that the world was always you? Every breath, every heartbeat, every tear and every smile, they were all but reflections of the universe within you. The world, in all its beauty and chaos, was a canvas upon which your soul painted its masterpiece.

And as you ponder these questions, one last query lingers in the air like a whisper on the wind: is there an end? Or is it merely a new beginning, a transition from one chapter to the next, a continuation of the eternal dance of existence? Perhaps the answer lies in the gentle embrace of the unknown, where the boundaries of time and space dissolve into the infinite expanse of the universe.

© Beatriz Esmer