2019/20 Supernova

Suddenly, with a ferocious grip, the conductor raised his baton and the atmosphere filled with a powerful combination of sound. The woodwinds, the brass, the percussion, and the strings emitted a fury we could feel in our chests. Then, the midnight orchestra quelled, went silent and paused. Beautiful sounds were replaced by an eerie silence, and each moment that passed felt like double the last. There was a sense of anticipation in the stillness, and a new temperature in the air.

It held like this until eventually, slowly, you could hear again. A hum slowly built, not from the symphony but from above. The tone transitioned like a crescendo of horns into a wall of sound, yet the musicians sat still, unengaged with their instruments and locked into the sky. The volume began to transform and tremor, vibrating like a stack of ten thousand speakers driven by a Theremin, and as I looked up an explosion illuminated the sky. It was a Supernova and it was the last thing I saw. My last memory of Earth.

It was beautiful, magical. The end of one life, and the beginning of another.