The Other Side of Deep Space

In the vast universe, the life and death of a galaxy is but a fleeting speck of light.

Gazing at the starry sky, there is always a sense of melancholy that the ending is predetermined. Where will you and I be thousands of years later? Countries, the light of civilization, and the Earth are but specks of dust in the deep space.

A moment in the starry sky is a thousand years on Earth.

The chirping of insects is but a lifetime in autumn, and you and I are both struggling to cross.

What lies at the end of deep space?