Another (hyper-aware) sunrise

Just like all cycles of nature, what if the universe really does get destroyed and recreates itself again. What if it expands, slows down and falls onto itself only to be so so compressed in the end that it has to explode once more. And I am sure that there is an exact arrangement of atoms, like myself, in a similar moment lost within these uncountable cycles, looking at the rising sun of his age and day. Where ever in time his reality is whether it’s the past or the future, he thinks of that very moment and the possibilities it shows him (as it does here and now) and maybe, even if it is for a second, he thinks of me – a light tug on a thread that I hold in this empty room.

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