I dreamed I was the last person on a hospital rooftop

It was raining, but not wet — more like static, like the air was full of old voicemails. I stood at the edge, watching the city below flicker in and out, buildings dissolving into data streams. No one else was there. Not even the staff. Just me, the rain, and the quiet hum of machines that weren’t supposed to be running anymore. When I turned around, the door to the ICU was open, but no one came through. I didn’t feel sad. Just… witnessed.