Eurydice.
I've come to the conclusion that you may be my Orpheus. I just hope you don't prove me right. Please believe that I am here, following you through this hellscape, just a few footsteps behind. I know you cannot see me. I know that is the hardest part. You have always needed proof— something you could hold in your hands, something you could look directly at and call real. But you cannot have that yet. So listen. My feet are still striking the earth where yours have just been. I am stepping into the impressions you leave behind, careful not to stumble, careful not to call your name when I see your shoulders tense and your head begin to turn. Don't. Please. I am here. I know the silence makes it difficult. I know there have been too many years where you turned around and I wasn't there. But I am now. Please do not lose me again. There is light ahead of us. I can see it gathering around you, catching first in your hair, then your shoulders, turning you slowly from silhouette...
