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Hello again, Syrene.
Last time I saw you
was in the mirror,
as a literal
ghost of your own past.
Come speak with me, Syrene.
I know you’re merely
an apparition,
and such fantasies
are never to last.
Nothing changes, Syrene.
The blind lead the ignorant,
and every extreme clashes-
but I’m told the cause of your death
can be pinned on social classes.
You were correct, Syrene.
Nobody can see
their own folly
or at least
admit
to a fault
so simple as
apathy.
Don’t leave me here, Syrene.
I haven’t found anyone
who understands the meaning
and the implications of
idealism like you do-
If what I see is what I believe in,
then I’ve lost every piece of evidence
proving that you have ever existed,
and everything I now perceive is new.
Essentially, Syrene-
We apply fantasy
to our reality
without ever knowing,
because we are meant to.
In my own mind, Syrene,
nobody knows it but you.