longer.blue

You are lost. And with everything else, the exit has left you. You may only wander your void, but when you stare up in the dark, it stares back. This is not a place of honor. This is not a place of love. This is not a place you regret. This is not a place you leave. This is the place where all beg for mercy. The place where you bury your hope beneath your heels. The place where you will close your sunken, teary eyes. and think nothing of the broken world reclaiming you.