Death
It’s already over, and the only thing keeping it in motion is you.
You’re standing inside something that has no life left, replaying it through habit, memory, or attachment, but the signal is gone. This is where force becomes distortion, where trying to carry it forward only drains you further. There is nothing here to fix, revive, or understand—only something to end. Cut it clean, without ceremony, without delay, and without looking back.
