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// Lunae et Nox 
// Story: Lunae et Nox 
// by not plu 
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I don’t know what it feels like

Like death, I suppose.

Is that... cliche?

Do I care?

I can feel, though.

Dead people can’t feel

I feel the darkness again

Swirling around my ankles, holding them tight

Spun sugar, delicately wrapping itself around me

Though this contains no sweetness

Only death

Only darkness.

They go hand in hand, you know

How sweet it tastes

The heavy fog on my lips

Sleep tempts me

Beckons me

But no

I shall not go in that way.

I shall fight until my last breath

I suppose I should feel conflicted

Almost like drowning in happiness

I’ve always been a cliche, I suppose

The darkness for the light

And it was her

She was the one.

The darkness tastes so sweet

I can feel it suffocating me...

Yet I am peaceful

This is my destiny.

This is the darkness.

I welcome it

With open arms

Solus... connexa... arcanus... demuto... chydaeus... vox... stella...

Hello, old friend.