Sunset
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I leap from the top of the mountain.
The last decision I will make. When the world is crippled by greed and bloodshed, there can be no dreams to inspire. I hear them taunting, mocking, humiliating me. They take their blessings for granted and live their lives without a true care for anything but themselves. They cannot be saved by others, and they are far from saving themselves. My role, as the shining sun, is over. I can now enter an entity where my failure can remain forever and ever …
Crrrrrrrrrrunch
I can see what I did to myself. Golden threads of hair, torn by the granite and mud below, surround me. My legs are twisted inward, and my wrists are snapped in unfeasible directions. Yet I feet nothing in that moment. My creator pities me and grants me a death of which yields no pain.