On the edge of a world made of blocks and dreams,
Where the sun never sets and the silence screams,
I stand—one step from falling into pixelated skies,
With ghosts of mobs and memories in my eyes.
Each block I placed, each mine I carved too deep,
Now crumbles under weight of all I couldn’t keep.
The precipice calls, not with malice, but with truth—
That even here, in code, we lose our youth.
So I jump—not down, but through—
Into the next world I never knew.