Everything is dim and dull in deep sleep, no colour, no sound.
Still and silent, they look over a land of stone, craters and crevices.
It stretches out endlessly in every direction, a dark sky blanketed overhead.
They stare. They are weightless, breathless, helpless.
Cracks creep to the surface, the stone breaking, brittle and old.
The time is nearing. Their world is ending.
But then there was light, blue and bright.
It breaks their silence, awakens their lungs, but they’re cold, so very cold.
The stone beneath is like ice and they can’t feel their feet.
With ice in their veins, light in their eyes,
they draw in their first and last shaken breath.
And then it’s gone, just like everything else.