The forest has taken over the town. I’ve watched it through the long decades climbing over the houses and fences, conquering roofs and uplifting sidewalks. Soon, no sign of life, human life, will remain. It will be buried by time and nature. Everyone is dead, but I remain.
The spell breaks, and the birds renew their warbles. I have not heard a human voice in over a thousand years, not even my own. I find I cannot bear to speak when there is no one there. But, I have spoken—with ink and paper. The message is in the wind.
Tale Told 