After Constellations Go Dark
a footnote at the end
Fly, Volans, is the last thought I manage before the fever finally overwhelms me just as the aurora lights go dim, waves of light disappearing one by one as if someone was turning off switches and saying goodnight.
And as the light set on me, eating the constellations in its path, so did it set on Earth.
And humanity was gone, just like that—ending in the tiniest blip of confusion, thankfulness, and regret underneath the last constellations anyone would see.
I was here for a moment, and then I was gone, a footnote in history placed right at the end.
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R.C. Taylor
Part-time daydreamer. Full-time dork.
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That blew me away, (and the whole world I guess): beautifully apocalyptic yet personal, really impressive to evoke that in so few strokes. Bravo.