The final piece in my series End of Times captures the protagonist—me—in a moment of raw confrontation. As a kid, the concept of the world ending was the first thing to fill me with existential dread, a hopelessness that’s followed me ever since. No matter what, death is always at the end of the line, and my world will end. This piece is me staring into that void, voicing my sorrow, and letting it consume me.
