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In a world where the sky turned black, And the neon signs flickered, never to come back. Concrete jungle swallowed by the night. No more laughter, just the cold, dead light. The clock stopped ticking at eleven fifty-nine. The city's pulse, now silent, barely alive. Graffiti on the walls, a message unclear. We were here, but no one's left to hear. Shadows dance where the streetlights used to glow. Whispers of the past, fading, broken flow. Broken glass beneath my worn-out shoes. Memories of blue skies, just a dream I'll lose. I walk alone through the empty, cracked boulevard. Searching for a spark in this dark courtyard. A single rose on a rusted metal fence. A sign of life, or just a final tense. The wind howls a tune of forgotten days. Of love and hope lost in the haze. I close my eyes, take a final breath. This world's last echo, my song, my death. But in the silence, a faint, distant beat. A rhythm beneath the ashes, bittersweet. Maybe not the end, but a twisted new start. In the ruins, we'll carve a different heart. Yeah, we'll carve a different heart. Yeah. I see a figure through the smog and dust. A ghost from the past or just a rusted Rust. Their eyes are hollow, yet they seem to Know, the truth we buried long ago. They point towards the hills, beyond the gray. Where the last sun fades, then fades away. There's a place, they whisper, where the light still Grows. Not for us, but for those who chose. Through the ruins, through the pain. We'll rise again, though we're insane. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. But from the void, we trust we must. I turn my back on the city of stone. Leave the ghost of what I've known. Footsteps fade on the cracked highway. One last look, then I walk away. No regrets, no tears, no goodbye. Just a rhythm that won't let me die. The beat inside, the fire in my chest. A new world calls, I'll do my best. Maybe the end was just a door. Leading to something we've never seen before. All the pain, all the scars we've worn. Now they're the map to where we're born. So I walk on, with the last echoes near. The old world gone, but I have no fear. In the dark, I find my own light. Not the end, just the start of the fight.