How will i leave this world? Do you ever wonder such things as I do? One day I will wake up and it will be for the final time. But how will I go? Will it be violent? Will I feel pain? How far away from that moment am I right now? Was this morning the last time that I will ever see my wife? Who in my life will I be forced to watch depart before I am relieved of my mortal duties? Who will I leave behind to mourn in solitude? I have no desire to return to the infinite void of non-existence that I came from, but it seems I have no choice in the matter. What placid window into reality was I given? What is the extent? Why was this given to me? Is there any other way that this existence could have gone? Did I really have the choices that I thought I did? My death, no matter when it comes, will come too soon. I am but a flash of light in a seemingly endless sea of time and place. It seems...
One word, one phrase. That's all it takes to send your mind in a million different directions. But what is the right word? What is the right phrase? That's the Sparkk.