So here I am, at the end of the universe, watching the final star die.
Bored with existence, I tried counting every star, but gave up when I forgot my place.
Like my fellow immortals, I could have ended it all inside a supernova.
Instead, I tasked myself with witnessing each star’s death.
And there it goes, winking out of existence, leaving nothing but dark emptiness.
Hang on! What am I going to do now?
My entry in the January 2023 75 Word Story Challenge at SFFChronicles
Theme: The Last One
Genre: Science Fiction or Fantasy