In the deep, dark silence just after midnight, where time seems to slow down and every second weighs more heavily, I was confronted with a choice as unexpected as it is profound, a dilemma that penetrates the fabric of everyday life with the sharpness of a sudden insight: on the one hand, the silent, unmoving presence of a dead goldfish, its once vibrant colors extinguished, a silent witness to the transience of life, a somber symbol of the fragility of existence that once frolicked in the waters of its glass world, a reminder of the joy and care that comes with cherishing a life, no matter how small or fleeting; on the other, the sudden extinguishing of the last light bulb in the house just after midnight, a moment when the world changes from a place of warmth and familiarity to a realm of shadows and uncertainty, an event that not only brings the darkness of the night brings, but also a deep metaphorical darkness, a confrontation with our own dependence on light and the technology that dominates our daily lives, a moment that forces us to navigate the uncharted waters of our own home without the guiding hand of light .