when the summer is gone, and ai has taken us calmly unaware? Her golden hair still drives madness to my soul, but I still laugh. I still see. They came for us all at once, and at the time the idea it was tied to this silly thing was foolish, but. That is why they all died. Mourning found us calmly unaware. They found me through time, and that isn't a thing.
They still are finding me.
When she awakes next to you, and looks over curious if you are still there, will you be but a reflection or a true representation?!