Blot.

All around her, the world dimmed. The ubiquitous darkness seemed as though she were gazing into the vast pupil of the universe. Like a mite of dust, she floated and trembled before it.

She knew it couldn't be real.

How could it?

How could the world become so cold, so dark, in just an instant? Everything seemed to float around her, twirling weightlessly, so that every time she shifted and felt the ground beneath her, a strange vertigo reared up. She shivered at the way the wind hushed and stilled to look at the huge spot, the pupil, that peered out at the Earth. It was all so strange and lovely. When she blinked, the universe's fiery iris created a purple ring on her inner eyelid. Strange and lovely.

Once in a lifetime, this phenomenon occurs. Yet that didn't seem true. It was a lifetime, eternity stretched over a fistful of moments, moments running through her grip like water. An eternity was held in that great eye; an eternity in knowing that even forever must end. The flame haloed pupil gently reminded her that even the sun will change and disappear; long after she has escaped the gaze of the universe's pensive eye; long after the light of the sky is no longer obscured by this beautiful blot.