as quiet as a fire

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i buried my face in the crook of the sea's neck, hoping to be welcomed with the familiar scent of rainbow-like fish, but instead i dived into a world where nothing but death and rust swam.
disappointed, i hurried towards the tree to give it the tightest hug –the way i would everyday, but it backed away from me with no hesitation. apparently it was sick, and its illness was contagious. i thought it was nice that it didn't want to cause me any damage due to any contact between us. or maybe it was just scared of me...
i stood at the top of the mountain to shake hands with the sun that i had missed for so long, but i couldn't find it no matter how much i searched. the sky looked almost too grey for my liking, with no hint of color nor life. i waited and waited, but nothing.
so i slept on the mountain's chest instead, but it didn't hold me nor protect me from the dark of the night the way it should. its arms that were supposed to embrace me have been cut down –no trees nor grass in sight. a few minutes later i heard it scream in pain due to my weight and pressure on its broken ribs, but i knew it was too late to save it.
a sleepless night and even worse morning later i threw myself into the air's arms but i fell straight into a hollow hard ground; no one was there to catch me except for suffocating gases that filled my lungs within seconds and sang me to an eternal sleep.
— wake up, we're all dying.
⠀⠀and it's all your fault.