Death is what makes me envious of you, simple mortals.
In the thousand years of my life I have seen wars, I have seen species going extinct.
I have witnessed the fall of empires, civilizations and their history, disappearing slowly.
I have always been haunted by death all around me.
I have seen my children dying, and those I loved and trained, those who have supported me for so long are all dead.
The cancerous amount of perpetually renewing cells that grants me eternity, the ghost I have become only allows my brain to keep with only a hundred years of my own past, the most ancient memories are blurred, amorphous, with strange feelings.
As things goes, I will remain, until the fall of this empire, the extinction of the pony kind. The escathon. The dusk of times.
Nature will rise again, taking over everything that have been built, time will do its job, erasing progressively all traces of intelligent life on this planet, leaving nothing but decaying carbon.
I will continue to watch Death doing her dirty cleaning up job, powerless, until she's done with the last bacteria.
If she still think we're not worth her attention, she will disappear, too, free, leaving us prisoners of life. That curse that just levels our magic powers insufficient to end our own lives.
This planet will be a desert, devoid of a breathable atmosphere, with frozen oceans of carbonic, acidic ice.
Nothing will remain there but me and Luna, observing the Sun turning red, and the Moon being just a dot far away.
I won't even be able to shed a tear as I observe this beautiful star that brought life on this world agonizing, its nuclear cycle slowing down.
