I keep seeing it.

Each morning when I wake up and look out my window, that's when I see it.

For maybe just a moment, maybe even more, I look out and see the city we built all submerged. Drowning in the endless ocean.

In that moment, I drift out, swimming past the statues and buildings we made with hope and love. All destroyed and sunken deep beneath the sea.

In that moment, I feel so helpless. So small.

As the tears I cry simply vanish in the overwhelming blue, I hear the whistle. A melody calling for a future that was to be. Following it, I see the visage of the thing that creates it. A blurred figure walking the submerged roads of the city we built.

Be it a promise? Be it my guilt? I don't know.

As soon as I hear it, I return to the reality I hope is true.

For how could those visions be true?

If they where true, then all we did. All we fought for. All we worked for would be simply for naught.