A howl

I'm howling at the moon. A long, mournful, lonely, hollow sound, echoing across empty space. Penetrating far into the darkness, crossing voids, chilling any living soul who hears. Nothing can help, there is no way for this to change. Feel it, accept it, let it go.

And so the sound goes on. You are gone. There is no longer us or we. There is only bleakness, empty valleys, and howling at the moon.