Not every apocalypse needs screaming and running for your life.
Ours was a long sunset.
The city stopped functioning, and satellites fell into the deep sea like meteors.
The Bureau of Records' data had been erased, and ID cards became useless scraps of plastic.
Even gravity began to grow weary, wanting to gently toss us into the air.
In this ever-quieting world, I forgot my name, and yours too.
We were no longer engineers, no longer doctors, no longer anyone's daughters.
We were just two wisps of air, relying on body heat to recognize each other amid the ruins.
Even if the sun never rises tomorrow.
Even if the language System collapses completely.
As long as the music remains, or even just the sound of the wind.
Please, be sure to invite me to dance this last dance.
