Vibrant insects buzz low towards the ground, each persistently blasting through the merciless gusts of wind.

  Thorned brambles tangle and twist like electrical wires, greedily running down in undulating shadows, creating an everlasting night.

  Lights now buzz and flicker throughout the lone, desolate night.

  However, when the leaves rustle and a pair of bloodshot eyes pierce through the darkness, hastily glaring at the silence, the buzzing seems to vanish.

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  Suddenly, rows of jagged mountains seem to play a game of peek-a-boo.

  The lights shine, flicker, and then go out.

  Like the many stars we seem to gaze and admire, many of which will shine, flicker, and disappear.

  Some will burst out in anguish, exploding into a blinding light that cradles every part of the galaxy.

  The others will consume themselves in their fear and terror, self-imploding on oneself.

  That is when the light that seems so joyful in the moment, fades.

  Instead, a bottomless void will make great haste to practice gluttony.

  It will eat and eat its troubles away, until there is nothing left to eat.

  The void will be the only comfort to these stars who seem to shine, flicker, and disintegrate into terror.