She's standing on the edge of the universe

At the end of the world, all she can think of is falling. She counts down moments as she watches the edges of it all turn grey, and the swirling vortex below: hunger, friends, oblivion. Seconds to spare, and all she can think of are those hungry faces. She’s been here before, but never quite like this, never on a countdown. Mouths are crying out below. She’s standing on the edge of the universe.