So the world ended.

And the next one began.

They were infinite.

They were the beginning and the ending; they were eternity.

everything/ that ever was still is, somewhere

In eternity when there is no time, there is no growth, there is no change. Everything which is was everything that was.

To whatever end.

Maybe I'd always been broken and dark inside. Maybe someone who've been born whole and good would have put down the ash dagger and embraced death rather than what lay before me.

She could not keep his death in her head, like when she tried to imagine the infiniteness of the universe and nearly swooned at the vastness of the thought.