Do you sometimes find yourself lying in bed at 5 a.m. waiting for your dream to consume reality? When you have a hard time falling asleep, don't you sometimes think about death? The hows, whens, and wheres. Do you think about the whats? What happens afterwards? What happens to the people around you? What is death? What will you become? The last breath, the wistful ballad, the melancholic symphony, it unfolds as a hauntingly exquisite ballet. Your life rewinds in a bittersweet encore. During that very last and ethereal breath, whatever it is that's happening around you, it's an elegy in motion, it's a delicate reverie, an ardent wish for a serene and enduring passage resonates, until the curtain falls and your eyes shut and the last breath ends. The grand stage surrenders to profound stillness. Are you left breathless, or is breathing leaving you? Beyond that realm and confusion, existence dissipates, sensations and emotions fade, what's left is a haunting silence whispering the secrets of eternity; a poignant of the Big Nothing. Death is reality, where reality ends. 

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