• She can no longer find her will to live, to survive, to breathe.
    The air was thick, her life-span was reaching a bitter end,
    and she could no longer hold her ground; to keep her eyes
    to the darkened path of Oblivion ― stray away, my child.
    Head for your Sanctuary.

    She lost her will to defend, she has lost her voice,
    no longer left the choice ― she must live to die, or die to live.
    [ The outcome's results do not differ, dearest one. ]
    She has no other words of Hope.
    Her cries go unheard.
    She was as invisible as the whispering, silent pleas
    of the threatening wind; the Zephyr had betrayed her last trace.
    The last trace of Redemption.
    Her body can no longer support her waiting form,
    and the decaying succumbs forth after slowly consuming
    the patches of chalky white flesh on her paper-thin corpse.
    Wait, she spoke words of deep Remorse, but I can`t live for
    Eternity ― even if my body is no longer useful, my soul will live on
    just for you, my Love.
    My love will soar into the Heavens themselves and shout to the universe!
    Our devotion won't go unheeded! I promise you, my Dear.

    And she whispered sweet words of Sorrowed Defeat for her final farewell.

    May her soul find happiness in the next life.
    May her Remembrance be worth dying for,
    Or she will just be forgotten like the rest.
    The outcome holds many undiscovered truths of Despair.
    One can only Hope, one can only Dream.

    But those can only die in their sleep ― may they experience true Deception.