EMBER REMAINNS
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He is not running. He is watching. A burning tree under a blood moon, flowers dissolving into pixels around his feet and he just stands there. Because you cannot save every beautiful thing. Sometimes all you can do is be present for its ending. This piece is for everyone who has stood in front of something they loved as it fell apart, and chose to witness instead of escape. That kind of courage does not get enough credit.