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I like to think that one day, perhaps future settlers will find our story, hidden in a cave. A tapestry strung up along the wall for curious, introspective eyes to gaze upon.

And you’ll see this scene, just one of countless many depicted. The one where I’m standing on a dock with my soulmate at my side, and our perfect son in his arms. A storm pressing down from above, clamoring with our silent, immortalized screams.

A scene that wouldn’t exist if it weren’t for each and every single frayed and snapped thread that went into the stitching of this moment.

Perhaps, you’ll care enough to wonder where we are now—what happened to our souls once we’ve moved on from this plane.

Well, it’s not in the stars you’ll find us.

Not Nolan and me.

Our story lives on in the lightning, forever painting the night sky violet.

THE END

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