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There’s nothing behind the golden doors. He felt so sure, so certain that it would all come to an en-
He doesn’t even have time to finish that thought before two glowing dots appear in the darkness. Whispers of voices that once were and will be surround him.
He is terrified. His heart is pounding wildly in his chest and the two golden eyes bore into him as he tries to retreat but his legs are frozen into place.
And then his brain seems to register the fact that he’s staring at the King in Yellow of all things and there is infinity stretched in front of him for him to survey like he’s the ruler of an empire. Like he's a king.
He is a dying star taking its last breath.
He is the gasses swirling in space to become a newborn star.
He is the cat streaking across the street.
He is the drunken driver not looking at the black cat in front.
He is everything, anything and nothing all at once and he sees all of infinity and the long dream laid out for him here, in the block game.
He watches as stars implode, as supernovas of fiery-golden stardust stretch across the sky, as humanity tames fire as dark matter stretches the world to its limit as flame licks a book as cherry blossoms litter the ground as fireworks split across the New Year's sky as Eve takes a bite of the apple as empires rise and fall so small like ants but so significant to themselves
As Earth spins as the Milky Way spins the world is spinning, spinning, spinning on an axis and there is something at its center and the center is the King and he is just an ant a bystander a molecule a mite a speck of dust a viewer. He is nothing. You are nothing.
In this moment, this one singularity, he is everything - from the stars to the speck of dust to that crazy idea to the love to a person to no one at all. And then he is nothing. Impossibly small.
And although the universe may be cold and cruel and uncaring it is beautiful and gorgeous and exquisite and magnificent and divine.
It is impossible and improbable and the 0.00001% but it has somehow made it through and it is all his to see to admire.
It’s almost a fair deal; to behold the universe and know its beauty, and then to die.