[ IP ] A Whale Of A Tale [ X-Post from /r/creepy ]

The world is nothing and we are nothing. We all died. Our souls are the ocean and the ocean is us. Everyone is speaking yet no one hears anything. 
 
 I know. We're lost. Time and space are no more. But something of us is still here. I still remember myself. Warmth, sun. Long dark hair and a dimpled chin. Laughter. That should n't be happening. I do n't know how I know it, but I do. Their chatter is driving me crazy. I do it too. It's like that in here, everyone yelling, talking, trying to tell ourselves who we were. Thing is, we do n't want to forget. Maybe a glitch, since that's not how it was supposed to go. 
 
 Some of it is not mine. I never had a dog, nor a son. 
 
 We are not navigating, since that would imply purpose. There's no boat. Just the ocean. 
 
 Then I saw them. Coming towards us. Unhurriedly. Graciously avoiding planets, passing through space as if they were floating flower petals from a dream. 
 
 They were coming for us. I understood then, that's what we are. Meal for the cosmic whales.
