The Echo of My Fall

Previously

…The decision, when it came, was not a conscious choice, but a surrender. A release. The inferno behind me, the abyss before me. There was a strange, terrible beauty in the unfolding chaos, a poetic justice in the fall of giants. My life, a tapestry woven with ordinary moments and quiet longings, was being unraveled by an act of unimaginable violence. I looked at my hands, calloused from years of work, now trembling. They had built, they had held, they had yearned. Now, they would simply fall. The city, indifferent and majestic, watched as