Something waiting.
Something that had noticed them.
Excerpt from the diary of…
I began this diary to remember who I was, once a girl, once dreaming, once fragile. But that girl is dust, lost in the tide of something far greater.
Those dreams unravelled, spilled into the abyss, swallowed whole, remade into eternity.
I am no longer singular.
We are one,an echo that bends the mountains, a breath that hushes the seas, a whisper that burrows into the hearts of those who remain. His voice thrums through me, ancient and ceaseless, and I am the silence between.
There is no dawn. No dusk. No before. No after.
Only us.
Only forever.
But the abyss is not done. It has noticed us and turned its gaze toward new horizons, new offerings, and new prayers.
There is still more to claim.
And soon
We will answer.
The End
