An Ending.

Suddenly, just as the calm seemed to have become a fixture once more, everything collapsed. Nothing fell because gravity too had collapsed, it was a collapse of animation. Relativity had simply been switched of at the molecular level. Atoms abandoned their vehicles and Particles severed their bonds. Every constant occurred for the last time, then nothing. Not the passing of a unit of light, the feel of the vibration of a sound, the artistry of a sight nor the order of nature upon whose very hide rode the infestation of all things. Not a thing nor an object nor a sentience to describe it.
There were some things, perhaps best related to as memories, or what had once been memories. They can no longer be called that name for who recognises them as such? What being are they contained within? They no longer had the sequential structure of memories.
They were more like abandoned domestiles or fish floundering on a deck. They had no ability to structure themselves for that is typically the domain of whatever conceived the memories. Without structure each particle of memory is just a copy of an observation that can only be understand through a sensory connection with environment, there was no longer environment or sense. In this instance those beings did not exist.