[Shadow Slave Fanfiction]
To bear the weight of endings is to carry the hush before the storm’s final breath,
to cradle the silence that lingers when the last note of a song fades away.
It is to walk among ruins, knowing they are not beginnings,
but echoes of what was—and what may never be again.
To hold such power is not to wield creation,
but to carve paths through the marrow of existence,
to sever threads that were once tightly bound
and scatter them to the winds, unweaving the fabric of what once was.
It is a burden both solemn and vast,
to touch the fragile balance between presence and absence.
And yet, in every fracture, in every final note,
there lies the faintest whisper of something waiting to begin—
a truth that can only bloom from the ashes of its ending.
