Time

      by Dennis Weingart

     In the final moments before the end of time, as the fabric of reality itself began to unravel, I found myself standing at the edge of existence, a mere observer to the grand spectacle unfolding before me. The once familiar stars in the sky began to flicker and fade, their brilliance waning with each passing moment. The very laws of physics seemed to falter, bending and warping in ways that defied all known understanding. 

     As I gazed out into the vast cosmic void, I felt a sense of both awe and dread wash over me. I could see galaxies being torn asunder, their swirling masses of stars and planets unraveling like threads in a cosmic tapestry. The very essence of the universe seemed to be unravelling, collapsing in on itself in a cataclysmic display of destruction. 

     I watched as time itself seemed to slow to a crawl, moments stretching out into eternity as the end drew near. It was as if all of existence had been leading up to this singular point, this final moment of reckoning where everything would cease to be. 

     And then, in a blinding flash of light, it happened. The last vestiges of reality collapsed in on themselves, a blinding maelstrom of energy consuming all that remained. I felt myself being pulled into the swirling chaos, my very being torn apart at the seams as I hurtled towards the inevitable end. 

     In that fleeting moment of oblivion, I saw visions of worlds long forgotten, civilizations rise and fall in the blink of an eye. I witnessed the birth and death of stars, the ebb and flow of time itself as it expanded and contracted in a never-ending cycle of creation and destruction. 

     And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, it was over. I found myself standing once more on the edge of existence, a solitary figure in a vast expanse of nothingness. The stars had gone out, the galaxies had faded, leaving only the void in their wake. 

     As I looked out into the emptiness, I knew that I was witness to something greater than myself, something beyond all comprehension. I had seen the end of time, the final moments of existence itself, and in that fleeting instant, I had glimpsed the true nature of the universe. 

     And as I stood there, alone in the darkness, I felt a sense of peace wash over me. For in that moment, I knew that I had been a part of something greater than myself, a witness to the ultimate truth of reality. And as the echoes of the end of time reverberated through the cosmos, I closed my eyes and let myself be carried away on the tide of eternity.