I stood there, silent and mute. Shards of my past flickering in the burning wood. The memories loomed over me as if they were telling me not to forget.

' My footsteps echoing throughout the street as I ran. The march of soldiers, chasing me throughout the brilliant city. I looked up to see the sky but saw nothing.

Nothing but the brilliant gems shining as stars, and a bright quartz moon. Beautiful, shining in multiple blues and whites. Not like real stars tho, the ones I had not yet seen.

Stone, ore, gem, these beautiful creations of Earth sicken me.

The voices of loved ones echo in my head, louder than my own thoughts. Why wouldn't they let me just leave? The underground can't protect anyone forever. I longed for the sounds of birds, the bright sunlight, not artificial.

I got what I wanted.'

I could see the notes, voices the sound of melancholy. Echoing through the dim cave walls. A rhythmic beat as if it was a song. The songs of the people I would never see.

I had been a fool, never going back. Regret in one hand, sorrow in the other. In one ear and out the other they went. I should have held on, listened to the notes.

Because all that's left is an Echo.