He stepped into the emotionless moonlight and breathed in deeply, the cold biting at him bit by bit. He stared up into the sky, deep into the dark abyss of space, and continued to fall into infinity without leaving the ground. He was so small against the backdrop, so insignificant, that his presence or absence made no difference. The universe did not care if he was or was not. In the scheme of things his time as this set of molecules was immeasurably small. In the fullness of time he did not even spark.
He felt his smallness, his meaninglessness in space and time, and smirked. As he was insignificant to the universe, it was insignificant to him. But in this relative timeline, he mattered. He mattered to himself, to his family, and to his friends. He mattered in this space and in this time. For that he was grateful, and he planned to make the most of it.
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