And All Things Will End
Your skin is on fire, your eyes aglow with ecstasy. The sword is weightless, as are your actions.
Standing before the breach, you hesitate. A small portion in the back of your mind screams and tries to regain control, but it is drowned underneath a torrential donwpour of reassurance. This is the right thing to do. This is the best option. One brief moment, and you are free. Nothing will contain you.
Your hands take the initiative, and you plunge the length of the blade deep into your chest. Blood flows around your sword, and your intestines squeal. It is painful, moreso than you were anticipating. You grit your teeth and draw the blade further. Life fades from you.
You collapse. Everything goes dim. Rapturous, you welcome the consuming darkness.
You are at peace forevermore.
Unmoved, the universe surges onward.
The Child sleeps.
Standing before the breach, you hesitate. A small portion in the back of your mind screams and tries to regain control, but it is drowned underneath a torrential donwpour of reassurance. This is the right thing to do. This is the best option. One brief moment, and you are free. Nothing will contain you.
Your hands take the initiative, and you plunge the length of the blade deep into your chest. Blood flows around your sword, and your intestines squeal. It is painful, moreso than you were anticipating. You grit your teeth and draw the blade further. Life fades from you.
You collapse. Everything goes dim. Rapturous, you welcome the consuming darkness.
You are at peace forevermore.
Unmoved, the universe surges onward.
The Child sleeps.