You knew.

Long before the ending.
Long before the silence.

There was a moment
when reality changed temperature.

And nothing ever truly returned
after that.

Still —

hope is a dangerous archivist.

It keeps restoring things
that were already gone.

So you stayed longer
than your soul could survive.

This was never meant
to be preserved.

Only witnessed.

Read carefully.

Some truths leave ashes
even after the words disappear.