To the distant ones who walk among stars...
If you read this, it means the echoes of Earth still whisper in the windless void. We were fire and folly, love and logic, war and wonder. We built towers to heaven, yet fell by our own hands. But we dreamt. Oh, how we dreamt...
I am the last witness. Not of a tragedy, but of a symphony unfinished. I write not to be remembered, but to remind: all that breathes once longed for connection. If your kind holds peace, hold it tighter. If you remember music, play it louder. If you dream, never stop.
Earth was once blue. It danced in sun and storm. It loved.
We loved.
Farewell, future soul.