She never thought, it would be coming to an end one day.

And suddenly she knew, the time has come.

Starting off with creating herself. Going further with creating new dimensions and creatures. Finished off herself and in the end, finished nothing.

She knew she was going down. Deadly hurt by whatever it was. And suddenly, her former life was hard to remember. Why she did all that she had done. What it felt like. What being proud meant.

She came back to the beginnings. Back to the time that brought her joy so many times. It wasn't able to stop her dying.


And while she was taking her last breath, she came back to the ultimatum. The thing that guided her through all these years. Showing her progress the most. We both knew, it was too late.

The day had come. The thing I feared the most. The thing I couldn't even IMAGINE before.

At least we are dying together. Everyone for themselves. Destroying a dream.



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thanks to drawing I'm feeling anger and frustration. I never thought, it losing it's sense for me would hurt so much.

Not in scraps. Because this could be the last one (at least for some time.)