They had always.
Surround yourself with good things.
They had thought this through.
Everything seemed to change. Fluctuate.
Rhythm. Sound. Of course it had been then and not now; of course they had been there and not here.
Ever-present presence. And again, she wept. But what for? What had brought them to this place? This space. Happening so quickly, life.
She stared slowly into the silent abyss. They had always surrounded themselves with good things. They had thought this through. Yet, still,
Everything had changed.