I am nothing ِ
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“Somewhere between the shadows and the fading light, I lost the part of me that used to hope.”
A silence so deep, it feels like the world has forgotten you.
No voices, no warmth—only the quiet echo of everything you’ve lost.
The river flows quietly, carrying a darkness deeper than its waters—a silent journey through shadows, never looking back.
Some endings are not loud.
They happen quietly, beneath tangled branches, where life once moved freely and now leaves only fragments behind.
Perhaps that is what makes this scene so haunting: the world does not stop for what is lost. The leaves remain green, the branches keep growing, and life continues—indifferent, beautiful, and relentless.
In the end, even what was once alive becomes part of the earth it came from.
Nothing truly disappears; it simply becomes something else.
