Childwood End
Eira Hara (chanelllcute)

The fire rose where laughter fell,
A cradle turned to smoke and shell.
A hand once small, now lost in flame,
No one left to speak her name.

Bricks remember what we forget,
The toys, the songs, the soft regret.
In pixels now, her light is stored
A child the world could not afford.

She lives where data gently bends
In memory, where code transcends.

Inspired by the artwork “Childwood End” by Vita Theas