The universe is dying. I hear the cold. Protons die. Light has died a long time ago. Now what remains is sound. Sound of nothing. Sound of particles decaying. Sound of decay. Sound of nothing.
This is the end of the universe. This is the end of light. End of sound. Not in a collapse. Not in a bang. A slow decay. A slow descent. Softly, the sound whispers into nothing.
The universe is dying. This is the end.