My body broke the mist. Everything is organic, pulsating. The walls, the ground, all is covered in what looks like a thick layer of indistinguishable flesh. There are beasts of every shape or forms imaginable.
There it is.
The rift.
It's like a big flat eye of purple. I will fall right through it. I have the false hope that maybe I would be reborn, but I know I am done for. There is no second chance for me, no miracle of any kind.
At least, in my last moments, I would have found a tiny bit of peace.
Yesterday was nothing but suffering and ugliness.
Today, I die.
I will never know the next day. Hopefully it can be calm and happy. It is everything I have ever wish for this past three years.
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The next day
恐怖This is the story of a man, a scared man in a world of horror and silent death. Follow the adventure of a desperate soul trying to find it's way back to the surface, to the normal world.
