Darkness. Pain. Writhing. Oblivion...
Emotions like haunting phantoms flickered through [The Girl]'s mind—chaotic, shattered, spiraling like a black storm in her weary head.
Before her eyes, the world collapsed.
A blackness, dense and suffocating, stretched endlessly like a bottomless abyss—cold, inescapable.
In her ears, the world fell silent.
A stillness so absolute, it was as if time itself had frozen.
And then—
One thing remained.
A sharp, piercing sound, repetitive and maddening:
The emergency alarm.
A shrill, undefined tone echoing endlessly, slicing through her eardrums, slamming into her brain.
It was like thousands of needles piercing into her skull—
Each beat embedding itself deeper into her crumbling mind.
Her body... no longer responded.
Numb.
Senseless.
Fingers unmoving. Muscles lifeless.
Her limbs no longer felt like her own.
And yet, in the fading fragments of memory not yet dissolved,
She remembered the last sensation her body could feel—
Pain.
An excruciating pain—
Ripping through her marrow, tearing flesh, shattering every vein, every heartbeat, every breath.
Crushing her thoughts. Pulverizing her body.
Pain so intense... she could only wish for death.
Pain so absolute... that death seemed like mercy.
That searing, soul-devouring agony—
Now, only the fractured echo of it remained in the darkness devouring [The Girl]'s consciousness.
Her awareness—was melting.
Bit by bit...
Dissolving into the eternal night.
And in that final moment—
Another girl stood silently beside her fading body.
She looked down at her,
Eyes as empty as the abyss,
And whispered—her voice murky and distant, as if drifting in from the void:
"…If you don't die…
…I won't be born…
…The old pain won't vanish…
…And the new pain…
…won't begin…"
That eerie, ghost-like voice—
Vanished.
Fading with the last flicker of [The Girl]'s consciousness.
Disappearing... into nothingness.
....