Echo

Ah, the irony is not lost on me, creature.

I wished to grasp the stars.
Yet still, I attempted to dive downwards.

The very proof of my longing is what you see before you.

Were the symphonies of the stars drowned out by our cries?
Perhaps a great silence was necessary for us to finally see.

How unfortunate it only occurred after we left.

You might understand.
You too appear bound to this world.