Echo.

To the fallen.

To the shattered.

To the alone.

You no longer walk among them.

You walk in your own darkness, a place devoid of light, a place where the laughter of the found and the joy of the known does not exist to shine on your skin and warm your bones.

A place where you can cry and call all you want, but nobody will respond.

You believe it's the end, you call it that.

But is it..?

In this world where people climb the shoulder of others, pushing them down, only to all grab at the same thing, you call for it.

But what is it?

Is it help? Is it love? Or is it truly the end..?

Do you know? Do I know?

No. Because that would be wrong. Because that would be impossible, right?

You are fallen, shattered, alone, for a reason. You are hurting for a reason, bleeding for a reason;

but no matter how much you cry, how much you call, no one answers.

Because it's impossible to answer it, right?

..Or at least that's what they tell you. That is what you have been taught, what you have seen, what you have known, and what you have been lead to believe.

That is what the world has come to know, and come to teach.

Ignorance and naiveté;

Stigmas and stereotypes.

But what if there was an answer? What if there was a way out of this cycle, this loop?

Would you take it?

No matter the cost?

In this world, where we build our palaces of our prides and treasures, valuing things over people, where image and other's opinions are worth more than the truth; you call for it. You call for the end.

But what you don't know, what they don't know;

Is that you also call for the beginning.

You call for the end of their reign, and the beginning of a light one.

The question is,

When it comes.. Will you take it?