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The silence of a dead man.

A man who gave his life for mine.

For all of us.

And I do the only thing I can.

I scream.

A sound that tears through the ruins, through my bones, through the very fabric of this night.

A sound that does not sound human.

A sound that sounds like a heart breaking.

Because mine already has.

“NO!”

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XYRON

There is nothing.

No pain.

No sound.

No body.

Just emptiness.

I drift in it, weightless, untethered, caught between something and nothing.

I should feel afraid.

But I don’t.

There is no fear here.

No war.

No burdens.

No pain.

Just peace.

I let myself fall into it.

A whisper cuts through the void.

My name.

Soft at first.

Then sharper.

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