Dying is like to reach the edge of the world.
You get a glimpse of the horizon and only imagine what rests beyond.
Would it be an endless abysm, the true emptiness, or just a restless doubt?
Suddenly someone realizes the roundness of the world.
Starts seeing earth as a continuous path that leads to nowhere and everywhere at the same time.
Would we ever find out that death is also just a road we must all walk through?