Alone in the fog, no one can see you and you fade away as if you'd never existed.You may try to run, to hide, cry or scream, you will find no rescue. In death, you're not suffering, you're released.
Released from your human condition. Released from your miserable existence. But the most important, you are released from all the chains you enslaved yourself with. Don't be afraid, breathe deeply, the void isn't that bad after all.
I can't believe it is really happening, I can't believe the story just ends like that. I still remember this sentence, five little words my inner little voiceused to tell me every day and every night: "You're the next, honey." But, am I dreaming or...?
SILENCE.
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