We Shall Return

As the evenings cool, we feel a change in the air—subtle at first, like a quiet promise whispered, clustered together, we celebrate what has been. There is warmth in our closeness, knowing that the festival now fades with a final burst of intensity.

We recognize the end is near. It lingers just beneath the surface, not heavy or bitter, but honest. The season turns, as it always does, and we—changed by it—slowly let go. We cover the hillsides as humanity honors our ultimate sacrifice. Soon we will float to our demise

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Fear not, we shall return.