Vanishing Am I being swallowed, or have I simply yielded to the seduction of the firmament? No soul was fashioned to be manipulated—not even by its own hand. These vessels that bear our essence are fading into the blank fog. Some have already dissolved into the unseen. Flesh departs alone, but the spirit leaves as starlight does—never truly extinguished, only returned to the boundless heavens from which it first dreamed. Yet, for a fleeting moment, we linger, encapsulated in boundless light, reluctant to return to the ground—as though the heavens had whispered our true names, and the earth no longer remembered them.