You make no attempt to be anything but a part of the void. There are no sensations, no sounds. Nothing but the invisible thoughts that run through your mind, but even with time those will fade too.

Your kind- the ones that exist and are- would consider this the end. The least desirable thing, ceasing to be. You call it terrifying, the idea of no longer being. No a trace or memory of ever having been.

You must understand that it is cruel of your kind to place this image upon us.

We are not like this out of malice for your kind. Just like you simply are, we are not. Without us, you would overwhelm yourself.

Without you… We would not know what would happen.

We would miss you, we think.