The sky is dying above me. Stars vanish like breaths I can’t hold, and I know mine is gone too. If my star is dead, what am I? Something hollow? Something wandering between worlds? The night feels heavier without her watching me. No glow touches my skin, no warmth guides me home. And if the universe offers me a new star… I don’t want it. Let me fade with the one that fell. She lies by the river now, stripped of brilliance, swallowed by the cold. I fall with her, paler each night, dimmer each hour. Perhaps I was never meant to belong here. Still… I search. I look for her in every shadow. Because she is not truly gone, her dust is still in my eyes, and her death burns quietly inside me