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I lay there, motionless, feeling the life slowly ebb from my body, each shallow breath growing weaker as the moments stretched on. The warmth of my blood seeped into the icy blanket beneath me, spreading like a stain across the snow, its heat stolen by the merciless cold. The pain, once sharp and unrelenting, had faded into a distant echo, dulled by the creeping numbness that clawed its way through my limbs. It was as if the earth itself conspired to pull me into its frozen embrace, urging me to surrender to the quiet.
The world around me blurred, my vision narrowing to a haze of dim light and fleeting shadows. Somewhere in the distance, the wind howled through the trees, a mournful sound that seemed to carry the voices of all I had lost. My thoughts began to drift, untethered, slipping through my grasp like sand between my fingers. I no longer fought to hold onto them-what was the use? I was too far gone. Instead, I let them come, unbidden, like fragments of a story I had almost forgotten. I thought of the life I had lived, the moments that had defined me. The faces of those I had loved came first, clear and vibrant, as though they stood before me one last time. Their laughter rang in my ears, their smiles burned into my heart. I saw her-always her-her voice a melody that once gave meaning to the chaos of my days.(d) And then the others, companions who had walked beside me on this perilous path, their hands steady and their hearts unyielding. Some I had watched fall, their cries echoing in the halls of my memory. Others had simply disappeared, swallowed by the same darkness that now beckoned me.
My dreams followed, flickering like dying embers in a fire long neglected. I had dreamed of peace once, of laying down my sword and finding solace in the quiet corners of the world. I had imagined a life where the specters of the past did not follow me, where my hands were not stained with the blood of both monsters and men. But those dreams were as distant as the stars now, out of reach and shrouded in a haze of regret. What had I gained for all the battles I had fought? And what had I lost?
The cold crept higher, biting into my flesh, dragging me closer to the edge of consciousness. Darkness loomed on the horizon of my mind, vast and unrelenting, threatening to consume what little light remained. I did not fear it anymore. If anything, I welcomed it-the quiet, the stillness, the release. And yet, as the last fragments of myself began to slip away, a small, stubborn part of me clung to the memories. Each one burned briefly, a fragile flicker of warmth in the encroaching night.
I wondered if this was how it ended for everyone, not with rage or despair, but with the slow unraveling of what made them whole. And as the darkness closed in, I wondered, too, if I would be remembered-or if I would simply fade, like the warmth of my blood into the snow. “Goodbye” I whisper before I close my eyes, granting me eternal rest.
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