《Give Me Something (for Arknights Endfield)》
——OneRepublic
Give me something in the dust of Endfield,
a spark that won’t burn out when the sky falls;
give me something like your last whisper
before the Originium tide erases it all.
We’re silhouettes on a rust-red horizon,
racing the echo of a closing gate;
if tomorrow’s a number that keeps on falling,
let tonight be the crime we never calculate.
Give me something I can carry through the silence—
your name, a pulse, a reason to keep the map awake.