(Instrumental — Cello Choir) [One cello. Low. Slow. Mournful.] [Second cello. Third above. Dissonant. Painful.] [Third cello. Fifth below. Deep. Heavy.] [The cellos don't resolve. They hold. They ache. They witness.] [One cello drops out. Then another. One remains.] (Spoken, whispered over cello): Everything I believed... Gone. Everything I trusted... Gone. Everything I was... Gone. (Cello holds one note.) (Sung — Soft, Broken) There is nothing left to hold There is nothing left to know I am standing in the dark And I have nowhere to go The silence isn't comforting The silence isn't kind The silence is the sound of Everything I left behind (Cello continues. Dissonant. Aching.) (Spoken) This is the dark night. This is where everything dies. This is where I die. But maybe... Maybe that's the point. (Cello holds.) (Sung — Quieter, Cracking) I don't know who I am anymore I don't know what I'm for I don't know why I'm breathing I don't know what I'm living for But I'm still breathing And I'm still here And maybe that's enough Maybe that's enough (Cello continues. One note. Holding.) (Spoken — Barely Audible) If you are here with me In this dark In this breaking In this loss of everything Know this: You are not alone. The night is long But it does not last forever. (Cello fades.) (Outro) Silence... The silence of everything falling apart. (Long silence.)
