I write this for myself, because as far as I know, there is no one left to read it.
I look out at dawn over a city that once had a name — a name forgotten to me and to time. The sun fills half the sky, burning red and black. Soon, I expect we will plunge into it, Earth and its history engulfed in the flames of a dying star.
We hung on for much longer than you might have expected — a resiliency that surprised even ourselves. They said the rising seas would overwhelm us, and they did rise, but we learned to live behind new coastlines.