IRC-Galleria

He had wondered from star to star ever since time had ceased to exist. It never appeared to him that there could actually be something meaningful in the midst of all this, but the world was still endlessly interesting. Strange things are done, when infinite meets infinite. He could pass through anything and everything in this plane of existence, inspect everything from all possible perspectives. The world had no limits, as it continued forever in all directions, and the further he'd go, the more of it he could vision. This state of being was final, and he couldn't grow tired of it, he couldn't tire at all. The emptiness would never end, were he to drift anywhere.

He had nothing to compare this state to, as it had always appeared to him as nothing else. Yet he felt there was nothing for him in all of it. He wasn't even a part of the whole, merely a lone spectator to everything and nothing that happened around him. When time is lost, it no longer matters whether things move at all, or speed away at the greatest velocity possible. The world wasn't empty, it was full of everything. Regardless, he felt vacant; he could see everything possible, if he wanted to invest the time, but it would make no change. "An endless world is as good as an empty one," He thought as he forever inspected the stellar systems.