𝕮𝖔𝖇𝖎𝖊 𝕾𝖒𝖚𝖑𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝕴𝖒𝖆𝖌𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖘

Roter Sand | M.H.

[Angst]
Inspired by the RAMMSTEIN song 'Roter Sand'

The wind whispered through the barren landscape, carrying with it the scent of gunpowder and despair. You knelt behind a crumbling stone wall, your rifle clasped tightly in your trembling hands. The war had dragged on for years, and the once lush fields were now a desolate battleground stained with the blood of countless men. Yet, in the midst of this hell, there was a single constant that kept you grounded: the letters from Maria.

Maria, your love, your anchor, had remained steadfast despite the distance and the danger. Her words, full of hope and longing, were your lifeline. Every evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, you would find a quiet moment to read her letters, letting her delicate script and heartfelt messages wash over you like a balm.

Tonight, as the last light of day bled into the sky, you retrieved Maria's latest letter from your breast pocket. You traced her words with your fingers, feeling her presence despite the miles that separated the two of you. She wrote of your plans, of the life you would build together once the war was over. A small farm, a house with red shutters, children running through fields of wildflowers. Her words painted a vivid picture of a future that seemed almost tangible, just within reach.

But tonight was different. As you read the letter, a shadow fell over the words. A deep, foreboding sense of finality. You looked up to see the enemy advancing, their silhouettes dark against the fiery sky. The order was given, and chaos erupted. Gunfire, explosions, the screams of the dying. You returned the fire, each shot an act of desperation, a plea for survival.

Amidst the chaos, you saw a young soldier fall, clutching his chest as crimson spread across his uniform. The sight hit you like a hammer, the image of red sand, like blood in the desert, flashing in your mind. You fought on, driven by the need to survive, to return to Maria.

Hours felt like minutes, and when the smoke finally cleared, the field was littered with the fallen. You, wounded and exhausted, stumbled through the carnage. Your thoughts were a blur, but one thing remained clear: you had to find Maria. You had to make it back to her, to the life you had promised each other.

You fell to your knees, the pain in your side sharp and unrelenting. As your vision blurred, you pulled out Maria's letter one last time. You held it to your lips, the taste of paper and ink mixing with the metallic tang of blood. The world around you faded, and you closed your eyes, clinging to the image of the farm, the house with red shutters, and Maria's smile.

In your final moments, you felt a strange sense of peace. The battlefield faded away, replaced by a vision of red sand, warm and inviting. You saw Maria standing in the distance, her arms open, her smile radiant. You reached out, and as your last breath escaped, you felt her embrace, pulling you into a world free of war, a world where the two of you could finally be together.

The wind carried the sound of distant gunfire and the whispers of a thousand souls, but in that moment, all you knew was the warmth of Maria's love, and the promise of eternity in the red sand.

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