Her hands stiffened and fell to the crumbling grounds beneath her.
Her eyes darkened as she let out her final breaths.
It was as though the sum of her life, her memories—her joys and pains and loves and sorrows were all getting emptied into one minuscule bottle to be thrown into an ocean of a billion, billion other lives to be forgotten, forever.
Her mind ran like a river through every moment of her life. The keeper of past laid it all around her, like a city—day by day, building by building, she ran.
She found herself, and she lost herself. She loved, and she lost, and she loved again. She found everything her heart ever desired and beat for—yet, it was never enough because the one thing she did not ever find was the peace she could not grant herself.
The strands of time flew, reaching out to the furthest corners of her mind as she became engulfed in its eternal darkness—enveloped in its infinite majesty.
Falling, her weakened lips seemingly whispered, "thank you."