The End of Existence

A boy with golden hair, one day while playing, wandered deep into the forest. There, he saw a hut, where an old man lived Desolate The boy approached him and saw the old man painting a picture on a canvas. The painting was captivating, and the boy got lost in it. When the painting was finished, the old man asked him to touch it. As soon as the boy touched the picture, he disappeared into it. He found himself floating in the universe vast. The old man was following him, and the boy was filled with excitement and wonder

"Where are we?" the boy asked the old man wonder. "We are where all the tiny pieces of your soul come together to make you complete," the old man replied. "The soul within your body is not complete; it is just a tiny fragment of your soul. You are present everywhere in the universe, where life exists. The imagination has the world of a tiny fragment of your soul, which it has experienced. Your present is someone else's past, your past is someone else's present, and your future is someone else's present. Your soul is not complete; you are present everywhere in the universe, and you can never be complete. The moments you think of, a tiny fragment of your soul have achieved those moments in reality in some corner of the universe. You can never be free from the cycle of life until you complete your soul." "I want to be free from the cycle of life; this is the last time I am in a body, I want to be free," the boy cried out. "When all the tiny pieces of your soul come together to complete your soul, that day you will be free. And now you will not return to Earth, you will go to another planet in a new body. Your death on Earth has already occurred. But your death on Earth is not the end. You will keep wandering. When all the tiny pieces of your soul come together, that will be the last time, that will be the end."

A/N :- I have tried to tell a story in the form of a poem. I don't know how effective it is.