" It was like I was talking to a man with a gun to his head.
It was like he was already dead. Like his fate was set in stone. Like the trigger was already pulled. And he was the pause that came right before 'it's too late'. The pause that takes a small infinity, looked down upon dead stars, floating around in the dead unforgiving sky. The pause that was written in stars a million years ago. Could the shot echo in space? Did this moment find it's way into a vortex? Were the stars looking down on a field of the dead? A graveyard? Are we not significant? Did anything we do matter? "

― Reem Aquil , This Infinite Moment