The End

"The stars twinkle differently here, huh?"

Yes, they sure do.

This is me talking to myself while I lay in the grass in the middle of the park, while the whole world is spinning to life once again, mine stopped.

'The breeze is different too' I thought to myself.

The air that I breathe changed too, how I see things changed too, how I hear things changed too.

Everything changed. For me. While the world continued living, here I am merely existing.

A lot has changed since that day.

Where do I begin when it's the end?