When the last sun refused to rise And the moon turned her face away The world stood still in its breath Awaiting a tomorrow that never came. One dreams of what could have been One walks the ruins of memory One sings to stars that no longer listen Bound not by fate, but by forgetting. She once wove futures in golden thread Her hands shaped the arc of days But now she watches in silence Her loom shattered, her voice undone. Not salvation, nor rebirth But the courage to stand in stillness To name the void And walk forward, knowing nothing awaits. So the world turned inward Its dreams buried in frost Yet in the hush between heartbeats A whisper remains— “Even without a future, we are not alone.”
