Blood. That's all I know. That's all they now. A periwinkle blue hair ribbon and blood. So much blood. And surprisingly, no body. Just a puddle of blood and a hair ribbon. That's the only thing they know about me now. It's sort of amusing really, but I don't know where I am. There's only black here, nothing else, stretching as far as the eye can see. That's all that exists now, and all that will.
For eternity, the darkness and dangerous depths of the human heart will reign. This is the one truth that extends its' hand out to death. That's what it means to die. Dying means falling down to dark because of the eternal night of the living world, the world of deceptions and concealed illusions. That's what it means to die.
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Short StoryA girl questions the meaning of death and goes through an emotional roller coaster.
