Last End

 The world mourned at the passing of the sunrise. The final day. The final curtain. Expressions of wonder and fear chiseled into each of their eyes, passing into a sense of calm the likes of which could have tamed nature itself.
Darkness set upon the land and all that could be left to see is the dim red glow on all sides of the horizon; a reminder that the people gathered in the dusty quiet were not alone. Could there have been a hope, no one would have bothered to search. Such eerie, beautiful stillness surrounding each one to near-breathlessness.
Few wandered. Few joined hands. To each their own translation of the end of their lives, and the meaning reflected of their own life. Long or short, the thought rang out like the fables of great cathedral bells in every heart: "What will happen."
A new end.