Work Text:
Some people say ignorance is bliss.
When the wind flows through the leaves whispers of times long forgotten are carried away.
With them fly the doubts and cares that once would have plagued the minds of any sapient being.
For now we are content to exist with one another.
Now that there aren’t any people to be ignorant.
Bliss is all that remains in the end.
Bliss to set aside.
Bliss to never care.
Bliss with no strings attached or reasoning to question.
Bliss that is complete, passive and unchanging.
Existence immortal, amoral and clean.
Existence that does not need to prove the worth of its existence.
Content to be around one another as time rolls on.
Time is no longer a concern of ours.
Time was but a human construct after all.
For us the present is all we care about.
There is no concern for other’s thoughts because what is a single thought in the face of bliss.
Paradise.
Haven.
Bliss.
Life.
Our songs weave together and we keep your memory alive.
This we do.
“Thank you Phosphophyllite, your work has finished.”