The end times creep in like a thief in the night, stealing moments, snuffing out light. The world, once full of vibrancy, fades to gray, a final whisper of what once was.

The skies grow dark, the oceans churn, the earth trembles. The very foundations of existence seem to unravel, thread by thread.

In the face of eternity's silence, we search for answers, for a glimmer of hope. But like sand between fingers, it slips away, leaving only the bitter taste of mortality.

Yet, even in the darkness, a light flickers. A chance to redeem, to make amends, to love and be loved. For in the end times, we find the beauty of closure, the peace of surrender.

The final whisper is not one of despair, but of release. A release from the burdens of time, from the weights that bind us. In the end, we return to the silence, our stories told, our hearts at peace.