I remember this light.
Not because it warmed me…
But because it took him from me.

He walked toward it, step by step.
I… reached.
Not to stop him.
Just to feel the light on his back one last time.

I said nothing.
Some things… words can’t hold.

The void was colder after that.
Not from the absence…
but from knowing I was never meant to follow.

Is that why you’re here, little creature?
To lose something, so you may learn to cherish it?

I envy you.
For you still have time to reach.

Don’t waste it.