You were tending to the cosmic gardens like you always had. No matter how many eons passed, no matter how many universes where traveled, your garden stayed beautiful and lively.. except for today. You came across a dead flower- this broke your heart.. had you not cared for it enough? What went wrong?

“ Oh, has one of your flowers wilted? “

Orbitae.

“ Don’t worry, death comes for all things.. perhaps even us someday. Your flower won’t be the last— Now cease your whining. “