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How does it feel?

How does eternity feel?

What does it mean to be eternal?

Is it having witnesses who know you have always been there?

Or is it that something of you remains forever, even if no one knows it?

Would it feel suffocating?

When you have all the time in the world to try every possibility, do you really have many choices?

Or do you have none at all, because in the end, nothing truly matters?

Is it freeing when nothing matters anymore, or is it terrifying?

If everything keeps ending before you while you never reach an end of your own,

isn’t that the same as a grave?

where the only thing left for years is the rest of existence moving on without you?

Then what difference is there between a mortal and an immortal,

if neither holds any real power?

If both are forgotten by time,

if neither truly remains?

If the end of existence feels like a suffocating uncertainty

where even the answers you find don’t matter, because they won’t change the ending,

but in eternal life the answers don’t matter either,

because they are too small for something so vast

then what difference is there

between a mortal

and an immortal?

-lia