𝙎𝙘𝙧𝙤𝙡𝙡 𝙄𝙄：𝕭𝖆𝖗𝖉 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕾𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖙𝖚𝖒

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙩𝙪𝙖𝙧𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚- 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙗𝙚 𝙪𝙣𝙞𝙛𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙬. 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　-𝘓𝘪𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘴- ✟ 𝕬 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖙 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖀𝖓𝖘𝙥𝖔𝖐𝖊𝖓 ✟ ✧ ————— ✟ ————— ✧ 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘩 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮. 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘕𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦. 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴, 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘶𝘮 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘮𝘯𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥. 𝘐𝘧 𝘢 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵. 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵. ✟ 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕿𝖍𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖑𝖉 ✟ ✧ ————— ✟ ————— ✧ She pushes through the burnt air and steps inside, the ruins receive her Somewhere above, pale laughter drifts and stone columns hum in the cold as if speech was once carved into them and never fully left. A waltz still moves through the hall Warped, familiar, refusing to end 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗠𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗼𝘄, the worn-down steps 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗗𝗼𝘂𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗶𝗿 left facing nothing They linger like dust in old rooms a quiet proof that life once breathed here. ✟ 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕲𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖗𝖞 𝖔𝖋 𝕽𝖊𝖒𝖓𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖘 ✟ ✧ ————— ✟ ————— ✧ She lifts the torch, the shadows retreat 𝗙𝗮𝗰𝗲𝘀 emerge within the walls caught halfway between paint and stone remnants of those who lingered too long. Ash has settled across the floor rust has learned the pillars' shape The scent of 𝗹𝗶𝗹𝗶𝗲𝘀 lingers faint, stubborn, clinging to broken arches. ✟ 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕾𝖚𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖉 𝕽𝖊𝖘𝖙 ✟ ✧ ————— ✟ ————— ✧ A 𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗹𝗲 lies where it fell wax hardened between shattered 𝗺𝗼𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗰𝘀 She runs her fingers along the carvings they're rough, uneven, still warm with echoes. The 𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗹 rope hangs slack it stirs without sound letting dust swirl in arrhythmic steps Footsteps rise from a distant stairwell not approaching, not retreating and the weight of the place remains intact. She stops. The dark does not open. ✟ 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕴𝖛𝖔𝖗𝖞 𝕾𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖙𝖚𝖒 ✟ ✧ ————— ✟ ————— ✧ Once 𝘀𝗵𝗲 was a little girl now 𝘀𝗵𝗲 lies in silence inside an ivory casket. Black chairs circle 𝗵𝗲𝗿 I follow the circle but never reach its end. A white cradle stands out against the surrounding black The world has gone dark Stillness settles into white standing alone against the weight of time. ✧ ——✟—— ✟ ——✟—— ✧ ✟ 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕭𝖆𝖗𝖉'𝖘 𝕭𝖊𝖓𝖊𝖉𝖎𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 ✟ ✧ ————— ✟ ————— ✧ 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘹𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘴. 𝘚𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦… 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘣𝘰𝘸.