{"description":"I once burned everything  \nnot to destroy, but because I didn’t know any other way to survive.  \nThere were days when my chest was all fire,  \nand I set the world ablaze just to keep myself warm.\n\nI was angry.  \nAngry at memories, at unfinished promises,  \nat something I should’ve protected but let slip away.  \nI was angry because I cared too deeply,  \nand I didn’t know how to stop.\n\nBut somewhere inside the flames,  \nI found quiet.\n\nNot the empty kind,  \nbut the kind that slowly rinses the wound,  \nthat teaches that not every battle must be won,  \nsome are meant to be released.\n\nAnd now I sit in the same field  \nwhere the fire once rose highest.  \nBut this time, I am not holding gasoline.  \nI am simply listening.\n\nThe echo is still here.  \nThe echo of something that once mattered so deeply  \nit left its shape inside my chest.\n\nI no longer try to silence it.  \nI let it play—softly—  \nlike the last song that remains  \neven after everything has ended.","name":"The Last Song Still Echoes","attributes":[{"trait_type":"Artist","value":"Anzomez","display_type":"text"}],"image_details":{"bytes":74019956,"format":"GIF","sha256":"7837db34fcca96d3937500613303a3f2aaac25504550819d3598773521611ca5","width":3000,"height":1728},"image":"https://arweave.net/X-0HjlxPQhAFnGOuFpErcUQ7x5Am5ZqbP_wOEu3VMQM","image_url":"https://arweave.net/X-0HjlxPQhAFnGOuFpErcUQ7x5Am5ZqbP_wOEu3VMQM"}