The World Without Me
echoes of my absence
In a world without me, echoes of my absence would resonate through the tapestry of life.
The streets I once roamed would long for my footsteps, and the laughter we shared would fade into the wind. My voice, once a comforting melody, would be but a distant memory. Yet, life would persist, forging new paths and weaving new stories.
The sun would still rise, casting its golden hues upon a world forever altered. And while my presence may be missed, the universe would continue its grand dance, reminding us of our transient existence in this vast cosmic symphony.
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