Crying, in the mist of darkness and eating his favorite food, there was a small bug.
The world felt cold in isolation,
all species had vanished into the scorching air,
the ashes of all life danced away in the dark skies,
the thoughts and ideas faded into inexistence,
and a strange, unfathomable silence stood before it.

What was the use of living through it?
A future of boring, monotonous life faced the bug.
It would be so much better being part of the inexistence.
If so, he could finally go back to a blissful world and forget his isolation.
If so, he could finally look back at the blue, picturesque skies.
If so, he could once again fly around that unpolluted, breathable air.

But what was the use of breathing that air?
Or looking back at those picturesque skies for it?
If, when descending into those dreams, for all he knew there could be no blue skies
Or a beautiful afterlife for he, the bug,
to enjoy and forget his isolation.
For all he knew, descending would make him part of a wicked, evil inexistence.

A different more lonely inexistence.
One where there would be no air,
or ashes to enjoy isolation.
One where there wouldn’t be a single destroyed building in it
A future of black and regret for the bug
An eternity of now poisonous, lethal skies.

What if he couldn’t fly through those lifeless dark destroyed skies?
What if there was a worse inexistence?
What if he couldn’t glide and dance in the air because he was no bug
and he had just become plain black air?
What if there was no “it?”
What if there was no isolation?

As his small, diminutive body trembled due to the unquestionable inquiries, the bug thought of isolation.
He thought while looking closely at the dark skies
The bug glanced at his favorite food and took a bite from it.
He forgot about the questions that boggled his mind and troubled his idea of inexistence.
He looked at the the polluted air,
he flew away and was content for being a bug.

The isolated and dreadful reality turned into inconceivable beauty, as the bug lost his ideas of inexistence.
The dark skies turned into blue preposterous oceans of magnificence and there was now clear breathable air.
It was then, while smiling, in the mist of light and eating his favorite food that a small bug stood.