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╰┈➤ This chapter contains spoilers for Carlo's backstory now enjoy :)
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As Carlo lay in bed, his body wracked with fever and pain, the insidious Petrification Disease coursing through his veins, he felt a sense of despair wash over him. It was a cruel fate, to be struck down by such a merciless affliction, to feel his strength slipping away with each passing moment.
The disease had taken hold of him with a relentless grip, its tendrils spreading throughout his body like creeping vines, turning his limbs to stone and stealing the very breath from his lungs. Every movement sent waves of agony coursing through his weakened form, every breath a struggle against the suffocating weight of the disease.
And yet, despite the pain and suffering that consumed him, Carlo remained resolute. He refused to surrender to the darkness that threatened to engulf him, refused to let the disease rob him of his will to fight. With every ounce of strength that remained to him, he clung to the hope of recovery, to the belief that he would emerge victorious against this unseen foe.
But even as he fought against the ravages of the disease, Carlo couldn't help but feel a sense of fear creeping into his heart. Fear of the unknown, fear of what lay beyond the threshold of life and death, fear of leaving behind those he held dear.
And so, as he lay in bed, surrounded by the cold embrace of illness, Carlo found solace in the memories of happier times-the laughter of friends, the warmth of companionship, the simple joys of life. It was these memories that sustained him in his darkest hours, that gave him the strength to persevere in the face of adversity.
But as the days wore on and his condition grew ever more dire, Carlo knew that his time was running out. The Petrification Disease was a relentless enemy, and despite his best efforts, it seemed that he was losing the battle against it. And yet, even in the depths of despair, Carlo refused to give up hope. For as long as there was breath in his body, he would continue to fight, continue to defy the odds, continue to cling to the fragile thread of life that bound him to this world.
As the Petrification Disease continued its relentless assault on Carlo's body, every moment was a torment of agony and despair. The pain was all-encompassing, a constant, throbbing ache that seemed to seep into every fiber of his being. With each passing day, it grew harder and harder to find the strength to endure, harder to summon the will to keep fighting against the inexorable tide of suffering.
In the darkness of his illness, Carlo felt a sense of hopelessness wash over him like a suffocating wave. It was a crushing weight upon his chest, a heavy burden that threatened to snuff out the flicker of hope that still burned within him. No matter how hard he tried to cling to it, the light seemed to dim with each passing moment, until all that remained was an overwhelming sense of despair.
In his darkest moments, Carlo felt as though he were trapped in a never-ending nightmare, a relentless cycle of pain and suffering from which there was no escape. The future stretched out before him like an endless expanse of darkness, devoid of hope or possibility. It was a bleak and desolate landscape, filled with the echoes of his own despair.
