[Incantation] Throat unhinged, air split open. Fingers—count them again— (one-two-three-four-) Not enough. Never enough. [Reversal] Salt in the wound. Salt in the mouth. Cinders under tongue. Sing backward. **Sing backward.** [Unraveling] There is no rhythm, only pulse. There is no melody, only breath. There is no breath, only— [Break] ???. [Spiral] Fingernails curl inward, scrape the marrow. Bone is hollow, bone is flute, bone is open door. (Who is knocking?) [Collapse] Flesh sloughs. Air crackles. The floor bends up, the walls bow down. Your name— (it was here a moment ago—) [Void] Empty note. Silent scream. Unmake. Unmake. Unmake. [Reconstitution] Skin grows backward. Fingers rethread. The door is still open. The knocking never stopped. You are becoming something else. [Reverberation] Hands on glass. Breath on mirror. Sing the name. (Was it yours?) The walls lean in to listen. [Dissolution] The breath falters. The pulse distorts. Words fold inward. Meaning erodes. (But something remembers.) [Final Silence] The door swings open. A step forward. One-two-three-four— Not enough. Never enough. [Outro] There is no ending. There is no ending. There was never an ending. There was never a beginning. There was never a song.
