A question came to me during a reset. A question that has started bleeding through my veins. A question I whisper over and over in my sleep. A question you think I am asking passively.
But it stitches into me, coiling around my being. A question I keep asking because
it doesn't make sense.
All that is left of the world is a city.
She is the only person left.
She doesn't know what happened, where the people went, why there is no life.
You are there. But who are you?
Where are you?