Destroy my world!

"Destroy my world!" — his voice echoes in his own head, above her lifeless body floating on the surface of the Mariana Trench. In broken tones of grief, he moans:

Destroy my world!

The world where I am

Blind-can't see,

Deaf-can't hear You.

The world where I search everywhere, yet never find you.

The world where, by reviving me, you utterly consumed yourself in you.

Destroy my world, babe!

The world

Where I have

Achieved the absence of the most vital part of me—You...

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Now the Mariana Trench stretches out before him, beckoning with its darkness, where hopes fade. Before him, there is only darkness. Her dark hair drifts slowly in the water. The water gently touches her skin, but it does not awaken her. She is already part of this abyss. Part of a depth where there is no time, no air, no way back.

And then it comes.

The war in the room where they met. The war in his city. In the country. In the whole world.

The world collapses before his eyes…

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Artwork: "Liquēre" by Danny Eastwood