It's puzzling, I don't think I've ever seen anything quite like this before.
Those days went faster than expected. Can't accept the fact that everything is temporary.
Can't tell if I'm taking my last breaths today, or will I live on.
Why did I have to do it that way? Such buffoonery.
Maybe I was supposed to be a pacifist? Yet I feel like an anarchist.
All those nights, felt like a project. Maybe it was a sign? May I never know.
Or maybe it was a way for me to run, a way to escape. Yet I never got the answer.
Shall it be my fault, for when I fall, or someone else's.
Such feeling has no escape, even with suicidal thoughts.
Unless it was destined, to be this way. Supposed to be this way.
No one knows. No one truly knows the true purpose behind life.
Maybe it was a sign, a simulation. Unless it's a way for other civilizations to see if we're capable.
Sometimes I wondered, why do I do these things? Why do I bother to try when I know the answer.
That no one is gonna care. No one will see this and reply to me, maybe it's a message.
To those who truly care about what others feel.
However I have no hope of anyone seeing this. As of the time writing this, it's January 1st, 2025. 5;56 PM.
May I see this next year, to see what I improved. What I fixed. Let this be a message for myself, as if anyone sees this, I am long lost.
Thoughts drenched in the void. The abyss of what I call my life. Others feel like this, yet some don't do the things that help them.
Maybe all of this was an experiment, to see what I could reach. To no avail, I have no hope.

-The dark sun awaits, Ancient draconic power manifests in the caverns deep below, lacing itself through the rocks.
"𝐑𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧." He said.
A faint shimmer of the frigid moon, the ice caves cracking with frigid energy.

"ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ʜᴇʟʟ?" She asked.
"ɪɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴀꜱᴇ, ɪ'ᴍ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇʀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʟʟ!"
And the fight began.
𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐟𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐟𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨.
𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐧, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐟𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞.
𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬. - He says as he falls.
𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐰.
"Ａｎ ｉｍｐｅｒｆｅｃｔｉｏｎ ａｆｔｅｒ ａｌｌ， Ｗｈａｔ ａ ｓｈａｍｅ．"

A̶n̶d̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶n̶,̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶w̶i̶t̶c̶h̶ ̶v̶a̶n̶i̶s̶h̶e̶s̶.̶
L̶e̶a̶v̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶a̶l̶l̶ ̶b̶u̶t̶ ̶d̶e̶s̶t̶r̶u̶c̶t̶i̶o̶n̶,̶ ̶a̶b̶y̶s̶s̶ ̶o̶n̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶s̶u̶r̶f̶a̶c̶e̶.̶ ̶T̶h̶e̶r̶e̶ ̶i̶s̶ ̶n̶o̶ ̶s̶a̶v̶i̶n̶g̶.̶ ̶T̶h̶i̶s̶ ̶i̶s̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶e̶n̶d̶.̶

𝐼'𝓋ℯ 𝒽𝒶𝒹 𝒶 𝑔ℴℴ𝒹 𝓇𝓊𝓃.
𝒜𝓁𝓁 𝒻𝓇𝒾ℯ𝓃𝒹𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓅𝓈 𝐼'𝓋ℯ 𝓂𝒶𝒹ℯ 𝒶𝓁ℴ𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓌𝒶𝓎.
ℋℯ𝓁𝓅ℯ𝒹 𝓂ℯ 𝑔ℯ𝓉 𝒽ℯ𝓇ℯ.
𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝐼 𝒸𝒶𝓃'𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓃𝓀 ℯ𝓋ℯ𝓇𝓎ℴ𝓃ℯ ℯ𝓃ℴ𝓊𝑔𝒽..
𝒜𝓃 ℯ𝓋ℯ𝓇𝓁𝒶𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒶𝓁ℯ, 𝒾𝓈 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓁ℯ𝒻𝓉.
𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝖘𝖕𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖆𝖑 𝖗𝖎𝖋𝖙𝖘 𝖘𝖑𝖎𝖕𝖘 𝖆𝖜𝖆𝖞 𝖙𝖔 𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖈𝖊𝖘 𝖚𝖓𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖜𝖓.