“This is Liv. If anyone’s out there… …give me a signal… …give me a sign… …let me know… …I’m not losing my mind….” “…Still nothing?” Morning breaks, but it feels the same. Sky shifts colors like it’s playing a game. The sun shines warm, but my soul stays cold. I walk these streets like a story untold. Same faces, eyes that don’t see. I smile, I wave — they just walk past me. It feels like I’m living in a half‑lit world, where the lights stay on but no one’s really there. Every day another feeling fades inside. Every night I hold back, fighting to keep control. Can anybody hear me… or am I talking to myself again? This is Liv — calling, calling… Waiting for a voice that isn’t my own to echo back from the empty sky…… “…Liv” Heard my name in the noise today. Soft and sharp in a haunting way. No caller, no real reply. Just my name on a broken line. I laughed because it can’t be true — but the laugh felt wrong, like a wound that never heals. Streetlights blink out of time. Shadows shift in the back of my mind. Maybe the world is slipping away… or maybe I’m the one letting go. Every question comes a little faster. Every silence cuts a little deeper. If you’re out there… Don’t speak yet. I need to know if that voice is waiting for me… or if it’s already inside my head. Because lately… I can’t tell… Can anybody hear me… Please — call my name. Not the way static does… The way a real person would. A voice with warmth. A voice that proves the world didn’t end “This is…” … “This is…” … “…someone.” …signal lost… ---
