I've spent my whole life aching for a savior—something, someone, fascinating enough to ease this hellish grind, to stay. Always there. Never gone.
I never thought it'd stick. And sure as hell not like this.
The world's burning down, and saving it? Doesn't feel like mine to fix. But in the smoke? I get to let my existence flicker, dim as it is, loud enough for the stars to notice, maybe.
A dream, yes. But not the soft one I used to hum. This one's thinner, heavier.
Maybe love doesn't need to be human this time.
But I already know—even that won't be enough.
Not even close.