When the sky cracked and bled light And the oceans forgot their name The world knelt beneath silence Awaiting the end it had long foretold. One wept for what was lost One cursed what was made One walked forward, eyes closed Bound not by hope, but by duty. She once sang in thunder and bloom Her breath gave birth to time But now she sleeps beneath ruin Her song scattered in dust. Not rebirth, nor redemption But the truth no one wished to hear That all things end And even gods must fade. So the stars turned away The wind carried no name And in the stillness, a whisper remained— “Even endings are beginnings, If one dares to remember.”
