As the whispering continued, suddenly I could hear nothing. Only the biting thoughts of a million questions.
Millions of puzzle pieces, all coming together in these few seconds.
I was scared, yes. Did I know what was happening? No, unlikely.
Existence is worth a million questions in itself.
Why do we exist just to eventually turn into raisins and decompose into the earth?
Is there some overall grand plan that our galaxy holds for Earth?
Does the observable universe coexist amongst endless nonobservable possibilities, only to eventually be devoured by a time crunching superma**ive black hole followed by a big bang on the other side?
I'm scared, but I realize that my fear is just a product of various inhibitions broken down into a binary like code.
I am not real, I am just a pawn in the bigger scheme known as the human race.
I am a disease.
Humanity is the virus. (x7)