So... this is how it ends, huh?
I couldn't stop him. I gave it everything I had, but in the end, it wasn't enough. His vision won, his will pushed the world into chaos. I feel the weight of my failure pressing down, cold and unrelenting. But even now, even in these last moments... I don't regret fighting him. I don't regret standing for what I believed in.
He was wrong, and I know that. He thought the world needed to be broken to be saved. That the only way forward was through destruction. But I still believe in people. I still believe that no matter how much darkness he unleashed, there's light that will rise to meet it. There's always hope, always someone willing to carry the torch when we fall.
He thinks he's reshaping the world in his image, but the world is stronger than him, stronger than any one person. It will heal. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but someday. There will be others who see the madness he tried to impose, who will refuse to bow to the world he's crafted. They will rise up, not for power, not for control, but for each other. For something better.
I won't be there to see it, but I trust it will happen. It always does.
Someone else will take my place. Someone else will stand against what he's built. I don't know who, and I don't know when. But they're out there. And when the time comes, they'll fight—not for themselves, but for the world we believed in.
I held the line, and someone else will pick up where I left off.
There's always hope... even in the darkest moments.
So let it come, whatever future he's forced upon the world. Let the people see what he's done. And then let them rise... as they always do.
I just wish I could see it.