I feel the rooftop lift away, as chaos unfolds around me. I watch the stars fade out, telling myself to care, but it's all a facade. No one truly cares, nor will they ever. The situation has slipped through our fingers, leaving us with torn clothes and clenched teeth, hanging on for as long as we can. But still, I refuse to accept this reality. I can't, and I won't accept this, not at all.