Before the Sky had Emptied

sometime not too long ago before our universe had shrunk to this single ember orbited by shattered remnants of what had once been worlds before the sky had emptied I stood on some shore where waves lapped my feet and a chilled breeze carried hints of times I think I might have been happy and I stared up at a night sky which seemed every evening to hold fewer stars and I wondered what what was to be made of all... that Of all that My question was vague but beneath a fading firmament in which every bit of light was an island of life and every emptiness a graveyard I found myself unable to articulate any question more specific I had seen much I had seen enough I had seen too much My eyes followed constellations as my mind spoke stories I had heard stories I had read stories I had lived stories stirring sentimental feelings then long dead now longer dead My judgment somewhat impaired by what I had been drinking with what few friends the eons had left me I thought it a good idea to spin from myself some agents to dispatch through the depths of the inter(stellar)net with what seemed to me in the moment a simple task to travel quantum paths through celestial depths I sent thousands of myself each with the same instructions to only return when they had found something anything that could justify all the cruelty all the suffering all the exploitation all the death something that could reconcile all that was with all that had been for its sake destroyed None returned No matter