The next morning came too soon. Too bright. Too empty.
Dawn was gone. The first Dark no longer existed. The original nothing that became something had returned to nothing.
But that nothing felt different now. That absence felt heavy. That emptiness hurt in ways nothing should never hurt.
I stood at the place where Dawn died. Where Dawn faded. Where Dawn ended. The ground looked the same. The air felt the same. Nothing physical changed. But everything was different. Everything was wrong. Everything was broken because Dawn was gone.
Baby Hope sat beside me. She had not spoken since Dawn ended. Had not cried. Had not moved. She just sat there. Staring at nothing. Feeling everything.
"Dawn is really gone," she finally whispered. "Dawn is really nothing again. Dawn is really ended. I thoug
