As the moon shone brightly, the lanterns reflecting off the empty waters and the lonely tree slowly submerging underneath, no one knew that life would die that morning. Lights switching off one by one, silence all around. What was there to leave, to miss, just to take a step and it would all be gone. But just a few more hours and it's the end, let's not think about that much, but the things we love, the things that keep us going, making us think it will go on forever. What will happen when we're gone?

The moon is setting, it's over!, what do we do? Lights are fading, everyone's distant, empty. Ripples in the water drag across as waves strain towards the shore, catching themselves on the rubble. The hush of the leaves erode against each other adding a state of presence. The glow of the sun slowly creeps up, everything is still, and then, ringing. Hands over ears, as panic sets in, an illuminated beam of light shoots through the sky. Silence once more. We're gone, every single one of us. It's now the end.

We're Gone.