It was the age of the Apocalypse.
Stars, worlds were descending into choas.
Two beings, suspended in the void watched from the protection of a sparkling, blue glow.
It’s so sad, said Hypernea.
It’s the way of things, said Drax, the hate and weight of time itself gets the best of all of us. Even we get old, even we will die. One day.
What is the point? she said, what is the point of it all, if it all goes away.
The point is that we’re all here now, and we shall continue to be here until we descend into stardust.
Would you hold my hand? she said.
He was not the type to touch, but it did so. He could feel a strange warmth overtake them.
As the stars burned around her, she started to cry.
I’m afraid, she said.
But you are alive, he said.
Yes, she said. Would you kiss me?
He turned to her and looked into her eyes. O how they sparkled and shone. It was the fires burning around them, and something more. Something connected to the light.
He squeezed her hand and kissed her lips.
They kissed then. Slowly, passionately. Their fingers exploring each other’s bodies.
If tomorrow is our end, I’m so glad to have known you, he said.
Thank you for being my strength, she said, through all these eternities.
You’ve always been your own, he said. I’ve only had the good pleasure of seeing it sprout and grow.
They kissed as the world burned. Their fingers burning, their souls ablaze.
They gasped as they forms began blurring together, descending into one.
The fires around began drawing into their singularity.
They became a wormhole, a nexus of fire and light.
They smiled and laughed as they embraced, as the end drew night.
There was no choice but to laugh. What gain was to be had in fear?
They drew deeper into themselves, forsaking themselves, becoming the other.
I feel your soul, she said, how beautiful it is!
And you are the mother of all that is good and true, he said.
Their forms faded into light. Nothing concrete could be made of them. They were pure energy, the beginning of… beginning of…
Darkness raged around them. The singularity their love had created exploded out, casting starletts, fractions of light into the Universe.
When the stardust settled the lovers were no more, but darkness had abated. Planets formed. It was the beginning of things again.
They had done it. They had conquered death, by dying to themselves.